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‘HIDE. AND SEEK, | 41 “Not, go. through pass-—g0 in, water....Téte Bai find & place.” Underthe directions. of the half-breed, the wagons were turned aside to the river, and the journey was continued over, the stony bed of the shallow. stream. Thus the party passed the dangerous spot where. the Indians, were. supposed to. be lying in wait for them, and the tracks of the. wagons and horses were obliterated by the washing of the current, leaving it. doubtful to a pursuer, whether they: had crossed the river, or ascended it. When. they reached. a bluff. that was available for defensive purposes, they concealed the wagons and horses svithin.a small rayine that led down. to the river, and ascended thebank, where they found themselves in a position well calculated for ‘observation of the country, and for repelling an attack.. After making a slight fortification of stones, logs and brush, they ate their supper, and then Téte Bois and John Brainard kept watch, while the others took their rest, .. As they were not disturbed during the night, they eohcluded that the Indians were patiently waiting for them at the pass through which they were expected to come. When morning arrived, it seemed that the red-skins had grown tired of wait- ing, and had sent out scouts to ascertain what had become of their prey, for yelling Indians could be seen in the river below them, and on the opposite side, searching for a . trail which they could not find. After a while, the entire body was scat- tered over the plain, and on each side of the stream, secking the trail that had been so cleverly hid from yh Some passed near the bluff on which Morris Brainard and his party had established themselves, and it was evident, from their yells and excited gesticulations, that they were highly indig- nant, and determined that the whites should. not slip through their hands so easily. When these proceedings had been conducted for some time, Mr. Brainard proposed a demonstration. “ Tt is useless,” said he, “to remain here without. doing any thing. The red rascals will find us out before long, and they might as well know our whereabouts | sooner as later. We are bound to have a fight before we can get rid of them, and we could. hardly find a better ground for fighting. Let us commiclbooks.conn ~*~