Thus they saved their bacon, and had soon the consolation of hearing the savages carrying away the goods, leading the mules towards the north.

For three days they had wandered south, in the hope of meeting with some trappers, and this very morning they had fallen in with two French trappers, who told them to remain there and repose till their return, as they were going after game.
While they were narrating their history, the two trappers arrived with a fat buck.

They were old friends, having both of them travelled and hunted with Gabriel.

We resolved not to proceed any further that day, and they laughed a great deal when we related to them our prowess against the Crows.

An application of bruised leaves of the Gibson weed upon the legs of the two sufferers immediately soothed their pain, and the next morning they were able to use Roche's and Gabriel's horses, and to follow us to Brownhall, an American fur-trading port, which place we reached in two days.
There we parted from our company, and rapidly continued our march towards the settlement.