Here they flung themselves on the ground and rested until day, when they began a rapid flight southward, curving about among the peaks, as the easiest way led them.
The air rapidly grew warmer, showing that the sudden winter had come only on the high mountains, and that autumn yet lingered on the lower levels.

The gorgeous reds and yellows and browns and vivid shades between returned, but there was a haze in the air and the west was dusky.
"Storm will come again before night," said Tayoga.
"I think so too," said Willet, "and as I've no mind to be beaten about by it, suppose we build a spruce shelter in the gorge here and wait until it passes." The two lads were more than willing, feeling that the chance of pursuit had passed for a long time at least, and they set to work with their sharp hatchets, rapidly making a crude but secure wickiup, as usual against the rocky side of a hill.

Before the task was done the sky darkened much more, and far in the west thunder muttered.
"It's rolling down a gorge," said Robert, "and hark! you can hear it also in the south." From a point, far distant from the first, came a like rumble, and, after a few moments of silence, a third rumble was heard to the east.
Silence again and then the far rumble came from the south.
"That's odd," said Robert.

"It isn't often that you hear thunder on all sides of you." "Listen!" exclaimed Tayoga, whose face bore a rapt and extraordinary look.

The four rumbles again went around the horizon, coming from one point after the other in turn.
"It is no ordinary thunder," said the Onondaga in a tone of deep conviction.
"What is it, then ?" asked Robert.
"It is Manitou, Areskoui, Tododaho and Hayowentha talking together.
That is why we have the thunder north, east, south and west.