At daybreak the great dog meekly entered his
master's rude teepee, and found him already pre-
paring for the prospective hunt. He was filling
his inside moccasins full of buffalo hair to serve
as stockings, over which he put on his large buf-
falo moccasins with the hair inside, and adjusted
his warm leggings. He then adjusted his snow-
shoes and filled his quiver full of good arrows.
The dog quietly lay down in a warm place, mak-
ing himself as small as possible, as if to escape
observation, and calmly watched his master.
"Ho, ho, ho, kola! Enakanee, enakanee!"
shouted the game herald. "It is always best
to get the game early; then their spirits can take
flight with the coming of a new day!"
All had now donned their snow-shoes. There
was no food left; therefore no delay to prepare
breakfast.
"It is very propitious for our hunt," one ex-
claimed; "everything is in our favor. There is
a good crust on the snow, and the promise of a
good clear day!"
Soon all the hunters were running in single
file upon the trail of the scout, each Indian closely
followed by his trusty hunting dog.
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