[The Masters of the Peaks by Joseph A. Altsheler]@TWC D-Link bookThe Masters of the Peaks CHAPTER VII 16/34
The savages were there, and with them a white man, a Frenchman, that Charles Langlade, called the Owl, from whom we fled. They had an abundance of all things, and they were waxing fat, until they could take the war path in the spring.
Then, Dagaeoga, I played the fox.
At night, when they dreamed of no danger, I entered their biggest lodges, passing as one of them, and came away with the powder and lead." "It was a great feat, Tayoga, but are you sure none of them will trail you here ?" "The surface of the snow and ice melts a little in the noonday sun, enough to efface all trace of the snowshoes, and my trail is no more than that made by a bird in its flight through the air.
Nor can we be followed here while we are guarded by the bears, who sleep, but who, nevertheless, are sentinels." Tayoga took off his snowshoes, and sank upon a heap of furs in the cave, while Robert brought him food and inspected the great prize of ammunition he had brought.
The package contained a dozen huge horns filled with powder, and many small bars of lead, the latter having made the weight which had proved such a severe trial to the Onondaga. "Here's enough of both lead and powder to last us throughout the winter, whatever may happen," said Robert in a tone of intense satisfaction.
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