All were busily skinning and cutting up the
meat into pieces convenient for carrying, when
suddenly a hunter called the attention of those
near him to an ominous change in the atmos-
phere.
"There are signs of a blizzard! We must
hurry into the near woods before it reaches us!"
he shouted.
Some heard him; others did not. Those who
saw or heard passed on the signal and hurried
toward the wood, where others had already ar-
ranged rude shelters and gathered piles of dry
wood for fuel.
Around the several camp-fires the hunters sat
or stood, while slices of savory meat were broiled
and eaten with a relish by the half-starved men.
"Ho, kola! Eat this, friend!" said they to
one another as one finished broiling a steak of
the bison and offered it to his neighbor.
But the storm had now fairly enveloped them
in whirling whiteness. "Woo, woo!" they
called to those who had not yet reached camp.
One after another answered and emerged from
the blinding pall of snow. At last none were
missing save the game scout and his Shunka!
The hunters passed the time in eating and tell-
ing stories until a late hour, occasionally giving
a united shout to guide the lost one should he
chance to pass near their camp.
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