On the ninth day none of the men could go abroad except my father and uncle.

On the tenth day, still being without food, the only ones able to walk about the wigwam were my father, my grandmother, my sister, and myself.

Oh, how distressing to see the starving Indians lying about the wigwam with hungry and eager looks!--the children would cry for something to eat! My poor mother would heave bitter sighs, of despair, the tears falling profusely from her cheeks as she kissed us! Wood, though in plenty, could not be obtained on account of the feebleness of our limbs.

My father would at times draw near the fire and rehearse some prayer to the gods.

It appeared to him that there was no way of escape; the men, women, and children, dying; some of them were speechless, the wigwam was cold and dark, and covered with snow! "On the eleventh day, just before daylight, my father fell into a sleep; he soon awoke, and said to me: 'My son, the good Spirit is about to bless us this night; in my dream I saw a person coming from the east walking on the tops of the trees; he told me we should obtain two beavers about nine o'clock.