See, cold weather is not far away." Henry looked up, and the eyes of the others followed.

The trees were still clothed in leaves, but the blazing reds and yellows and the dim mist on the horizon showed that Indian summer was at hand.
"Any day," continued Henry, "a cold wind may strip off all these leaves, and winter, which can be very cold up here, will come roaring down.

Now, the Shawnees are more than willing to cross the Ohio again to attack us, but the Miamis, while ready enough to take white scalps up here, have not yet made up their minds to go south on the war trail.

The Shawnees are sending war belts to them, because the Miamis are a powerful tribe and have many warriors.

The first thing for us to do is to take the messengers with the war belts." "An' to do that," said Shif'less Sol, "we've got to git off this islan' ez soon ez we kin, an' shake off the band o' Miamis.