We, too, will sleep in the heart of the bushes as the Great Bear did." "And glad am I to stop," said Robert.

"My burden of buffalo robe and deer and arms and ammunition is beginning to weigh on me.

A buffalo robe doesn't seem of much use on a warm, summer day, but it is such a fine one and you took so much trouble to get it for me, Tayoga, that I haven't had the heart to abandon it." "It is well that you have brought it, in spite of its weight," said the Onondaga, "as the night, at this height, is sure to be cold, and the robe will envelop you in its warmth.

See, the dark comes fast." The sun sank behind the forest, and the twilight advanced, the deeper dusk following in its trail, a cold wind began to blow out of the north, and Robert, as Tayoga had predicted, was thankful now that he had retained the buffalo robe, despite its weight.

He wrapped it around his body and sat on a blanket in a thicket.