that one, he had a fair right to think the river's roaring demon was come.
"At length the buffalo began to appear, grazing in herds on the great prairies which then bordered the river; and Marquette describes the fierce and stupid look of the old bulls as they stared at the intruders through the tangled mane which nearly blinded them."
The voyagers moved cautiously: "Landed at night and made a fire to cook their evening meal; then extinguished
ANCHORED IN THE STREAM.
it, embarked again, paddled some way farther, and anchored in the stream, keeping a man on the watch till morning."
They did this day after day and night after night; and at the end of two weeks they had not seen a human being. The river was an awful solitude, then. And it is now, over most of its stretch.
But at the close of the fortnight they one day came upon the footprints of men in the mud of the western bank—a Robinson Crusoe experience which carries an electric shiver with it yet, when one stumbles on it in print. They had been warned that the river Indians were as ferocious and
