IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 293 
But let us follow the dead Salmon to his grave. From the 
rocks, where he is thrown, he is dragged by the children to the 
squaws, who are seated, knife in hand, near the drying-sheds. 
Tnere he loses his head and back-bone under the skillful hands of 
the squaws, and then he is a very limp and helpless affair indeed, and 
makes no resistance to being strung on a long pole, and hung under 
the shed in the smoke of a continual fire. 
When he is thoroughly dry and brown, he and all his brethren 
are taken down and packed in bales, and divided among the men. 
They are then packed on to the horses, and lodges are pulled down, 
guns shouldered, children mounted, and off goes the whole caravan 
homewards. Two months of hard w r ork thus supplies each family 
with food for the long dreary winter. 
