84 A FEAST. 



pare for a run, he kept them on the ground. Late at 

 night, we saw the course of the fire had somewhat 

 changed, and Big Tree then ordered the party to move 

 slowly down the Yampah. Four big braves carried me 

 in a litter. After moving, I guess about a mile, the camp 

 was pitched again, and every body owned that we were 

 safe. I tell you, Perey, I was glad to be put down again, 

 for the shaking of those ugly gashes in my breast didn't 

 feel the most comfortable, no way. Well, I remained in 

 camp for about a week, before I was able to walk about ; 

 and then I frightened the young Shoshonees. After that 

 I gained strength so fast, owing to the natural healthi- 

 ness of my meat, that I started three days ago for the 

 Bayou, intending to travel slowly, and here I got to-night, 

 without any accident. Is the deer done ? Just so. I'll 

 take something like a hunk this time. Help yourself, 

 Perey. How's the beaver, and where's the Injuns ?" 



" Look at the skins. Trapping in the Bayou was never 

 better to my knowledge," I replied. " Indians are about, 

 but whether they are Yutas, Shoshonees, or Arapahoes, 

 I can't say." 



" Let them look out, Old Joe will be in trim for them 

 shortly. But we must make good packs of beaver this 

 time. Smart show that you have already." 



We made a hearty meal, enjoyed the luxury of tho 

 pipe and then stretched ourselves for repose. 



