It will be all over the thickets soon.
I reckon that the danger threatening us is from the warriors, and if we are in a veil of fog we'll have to rely on our ears.

I'm not bragging when I say that mine are pretty good, but yours are better." Tayoga did not reply.

He knew that the compliment was true, but, as before, he ascribed the credit to Manitou because he had made the gift and not to himself who was merely an involuntary agent.

The mist and vapors were increasing, drifting toward them in clouds from the lake, a vanguard of shreds and patches, already floating over the bushes in which they lay.

It was evident that soon they would not be able to see five yards from there.
In ten minutes the mist became a fog, white and thick.