At dusk he hailed his companions.
"Ho, what success?" one cried.
"Not a sign of even a lone bull," replied an-
other.
"Yet I saw a gray wolf going north this
evening. His direction is propitious," re-
marked Anookasan, as he led the others down
the slope and into the heavy timber. The river
just here made a sharp turn, forming a densely
wooded semicircle, in the shelter of a high
bluff.
The braves were all downhearted because
of their ill-luck, and only the sanguine spirit
of Anookasan kept them from utter discourage-
ment. Their slight repast had been taken and
each man had provided himself with abundance
of dry grass and twigs for a bed. They had
built a temporary wigwam of the same mate-
rial, in the center of which there was a gen-
erous fire. Each man stretched himself out
upon his robe in the glow of it. Anookasan
filled the red pipe, and, having lighted it, he
took one or two hasty puffs and held it up to
the moon, which was scarcely visible behind the
cold clouds.
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