Muskwa liked this, and under the sheltering rock, snuggled against Thor, he felt very comfortable and easily fell asleep.
Through long hours Thor kept his vigil alone, drowsing now and then, but kept from sound slumber by the restlessness that was in him.
It stopped raining soon after midnight, but it was very dark, the stream was flooding over its bars, and Thor remained under the rock.

Muskwa had a splendid sleep.
Day had come when Thor's stirring roused Muskwa.

He followed the grizzly out into the open, feeling tremendously better than last night, though his feet were still sore and his body was stiff.
Thor began to follow the creek again.

Along this stream there were low flats and many small bayous where grew luxuriantly the tender grass and roots, and especially the slim long-stemmed lilies on which Thor was fond of feeding.

But for a thousand-pound grizzly to fill up on such vegetarian dainties as these consumed many hours, if not one's whole time, and Thor considered that he had no time to lose.