On the morning we had chased a large grizzly bear, but to no purpose; our poor horses and ourselves were too exhausted to follow the animal for any time, and with its disappearance vanished away all hopes of a dinner.
It was evening before we reached the river, and, by that time, we were so much maddened with hunger, that we seriously thought of killing one of our horses.

Luckily, at that instant, we espied smoke rising from a camp of Indians in a small valley.

That they were foes we had no doubt; but hunger can make heroes, and we determined to take a meal at their expense.

The fellows had been lucky, for around their tents they had hung upon poles large pieces of meat to dry.

They had no horses, and only a few dogs scattered about the camp.