ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



crept over the landscape; all was still and quiet 

 save the sweet, sad call of the turtle-dove. 



In the morning when we awoke all was 

 changed. A familiar scene was spread before 

 us. The beautiful, green hillside beyond the 

 river was thickly populated. A quaint, white 

 village had sprung up from the ground during 

 the night. This white city was composed of 

 hundreds of "tepees" pitched by a large band of 

 Indians who had come to the Post for the pur- 

 pose of trading. Around their tepees were 

 many dogs and scores of horses were grazing on 

 the nearby hillside. 



The Indians brought numbers of buffalo 

 robes with them to trade for blankets, beads 

 and the many trinkets that chanced to take their 

 fancy. They generally stayed for several days 

 and during this time feasted and danced within 

 their village. Most of the robes they offered 

 in barter had been secured during the winter 

 when the fur is in its best condition. At this 

 time the Indians hunted the buffalo when they 

 gathered in the ravines and canons to feed and 

 were overtaken by the heavy snow that is not 

 easily piled into great drifts by the wind in these 

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