He made signs that he wanted the feathers of the bird which I told him to take, and then he wanted to know where we slept.

I pointed out the way and made him go ahead of me there, for I did not want him behind me.

At camp he made signs for something to eat, but when I showed him meat he shook his head.

However he took a leg of deer and started on, I following at a good distance till satisfied that he would not come back.
We had not taken pains to keep track of the day of the week or month; the rising and setting of the sun and the changes of the moon were all the almanacs we had.

Then snow came about a foot deep, and some days were so cold we could not leave our camp fire at all.