They are Montagnais, come from Montreal.
They seek scalps, but not ours, because they do not know of us." Robert shuddered.

These savages, like as not, would fall at midnight upon some lone settlement, and his intense imagination depicted the hideous scenes to follow.
"Come away," he whispered.

"Since they don't know anything about us we'll keep them in ignorance.

I'm longing more than ever for my warm bear cave." They disappeared in the falling snow, which would soon hide their trail here, as it had hidden it elsewhere, and left the lake behind them, not stopping until they came to a deep and narrow gorge in the mountains, so well sheltered by overhanging bushes that no snow fell there.

They raked up great quantities of dry leaves, after the usual fashion, and spread their blankets upon them, poor enough quarters save for the hardiest, but made endurable for them by custom and intense weariness.