118 AMERICAN GAME BIRD SHOOTING. 
touched the rude pillows, which were made of our cloth- 
ing, ere we were fast asleep. We were awake before day- 
light, and as soon as breakfast was over we decided to 
move in a body during the day, and devote our attention 
to bears and cougars if we could find any, and if not, to 
whatever animals came in our way. While waiting for 
the dawn to appear, my companion of the previous day 
told the others what we had done in the graveyard, and 
all expressed a desire to visit it, to see if they could find 
anything worth taking away as souvenirs. 
I happened to be looking at the guide when they said 
this, and as his face was turned towards the fire, he being 
then engaged in taking a deer’s head out of the ground 
oven, 1 saw every motion of his features in the most 
distinct manner, and I must say I was not at all pleased 
with his expression, for his eyes seemed to fairly flash fire, 
while a sardonic smile gleamed for a moment on his 
dusky countenance. I was surprised at this, and ex- 
pressed it so plainly that when he lifted his head and 
saw me staring at him, he lowered it again in a moment, 
and walked behind the tent as if he were going after 
something. Not knowing what to make of his humor, 
I said nothing at the time, and joined in the conversation 
of the others until it was time to start on our hunt. We 
then called for the guide, whose name was Ilkwiss, but 
he did not appear. We waited an hour longer for him, 
thinking he had gone into the forest, but as he was still 
absent we concluded he had left us for good, but on what 
grounds we could not determine. 
I then told my comrades what feelings J had seen him 
display, and they deduced from this that we had offended 
him by taking, or presuming to take, anything out of 
the graveyard, which, to all Indians, is a most sacred 
place, as they consider it the eternal home of the spirits 
of the departed. Any desecration of such aspot is there- 
fore a great, sacrilege in their eyes, and one which, in 
