It is then in vain for the foremost buffaloes to retreat or even to stop; they are pressed on by the hindmost rank, which, seeing no danger but from the hunters, goad on those before them till the whole are precipitated, and the shore is strewn with their dead bodies.
Sometimes, in this perilous seduction, the Indian is himself either trodden under foot by the rapid movements of the buffaloes, or missing his footing in the cliff is urged down the precipice by the falling herd.

The Indians then select as much meat as they wish; the rest is abandoned to the wolves, and creates a most dreadful stench.

The wolves which had been feasting on these carcasses were very fat, and so gentle that one of them was killed with an espontoon."(1) (1) A short spear.
The dryness and purity of the air roused the admiration of the explorers, who noticed that the woodwork of the cases of their instruments shrank, and the joints opened, although the wood was old and perfectly seasoned.

A tablespoonful of water, exposed to the air in an open saucer, would wholly evaporate in thirty-six hours, when the thermometer did not mark higher than the "Temperate" point at the warmest hour of the day.

Contrary to their expectations, they had not yet met with any Indians, although they saw many signs of their having recently been in that vicinity.