Sunday our old acquaintance Douglas Boy came to camp and was employed to make moccasins to save our shoes.

Some new shoes had been sent in to us, but for climbing and walking the rawhide-soled moccasins were excellent and would save our shoes for river work.

The Indian had a beaded cap pouch which I secured from him for some vermilion and he was ready to trade, but the next day Jack caught him trying to steal our buckskin by hiding it in his blankets which rudely sundered our business relations.

Jack himself acquired the art of moccasin-making and he made each of us an excellent pair in his spare time.

Steward and I went back up White River to finish our work but the raft timbers were gone and we could find no others, so we had to do what we could on foot.