ted sometimes would turn and rend the hunter.

In order to gain once more upon the pursuit and give himself a chance to
rest later on, he increased his speed greatly and also took precautions
to hide his trail, which was not difficult where there were so many
little streams. When he stopped about midnight he believed that he was
at least ten or twelve miles ahead of the nearest warriors, who must
have lost a great deal of time looking for his traces; and, secure in
the belief, he crept into a thicket, drew about him the blanket and the
buffalo robe, which were now sufficient, and slept soundly until he was
awakened by the howling of wolves. He was quite able to tell the
difference between the voices of real wolves and the imitation of the
Indians, and he knew that these were real.

He raised up a little and listened. The long, whining yelp came again
and again, and he was somewhat surprised. He concluded at last that the
wolves, driven hard by hunger, were hunting assiduously in large packs.
When mad for food they would attack man, but Henry anticipated no
danger. He felt himself too good a friend of the animals just then to be
molested by any of them, and he went back to sleep.

When he awoke again just before dawn he heard the wolves still howling,
but much nearer, and he thought it possible that they had been driven
ahead by the Indian forces. If so, it betokened a pursuit rather swifter
than he had expected, and, girding himself afresh, he fled once more
before the sun was fairly up.

It was the usual rolling country that lies immediately south of the
Great Lakes, forested heavily then and cut by innumerable streams, great
and small. The creeks and brooks were not swollen as much as those
farther south, and Henry judged from the fact that here also the
snowstorm had not passed. Nevertheless, he crossed many muddy reaches
and he was compelled to ford two or three creeks the water of which
reached to his knees. But his moccasins and leggings dried again as he
ran on, and he was not troubled greatly by the cold.

It was a country that should abound in game, but no deer started up from
his path, no wild turkeys gobbled among the boughs, and the little
prairies that he crossed were bare of buffaloes. He assumed at once that
it had been hunted over so thoroughly by the Indians that the surviving
game had moved on. When the warriors found a new hunting ground it would
come back and increase. He believed now that this a