When I fired, the ones not killed did not fly away, but rather swam toward me.

I suppose they never before had seen a man or heard the report of a gun.

On the shore around the place I saw a small bear track, but I did not have time to look for his bearship, and left, with the game already killed, and passed on down through this beautiful valley.
We saw one place where a large band of horses had crossed, and as the men with them must have had a raft, we were pretty sure that the men in charge of them were white men.

Another day we passed the mouth of a swollen stream which came in from the west side.

The water was thick with mud, and the fish, about a foot long, came to the top, with their noses out of water.