Lo, Dagaeoga, more of them come out of the mist! Before morning every cave, save those in our own little corner of the valley, will be filled.

All of them gaze up at us, recognize us as friends and pass on.

It is a wonderful sight, Dagaeoga, and we shall never look upon its like again." "No," said Robert, as the extraordinary thrill ran through him once more.

"Now they have gone into their caves, and I believe with you, Tayoga, that the souls of great warriors truly inhabit the bodies of the bears." "And since they are snugly in their homes, ready for the long winter sleep, lo! the great snow comes, Dagaeoga!" A heavy flake fell on Robert's upturned face, and then another and another.

The circling clouds, thick and leaden, were beginning to pour down their burden, and the two retreated swiftly to their own dry and well furnished cave.