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"Ah, this may do, this may do," said the old man, when they arrived on
the borders of this sea of withered grass. "I know the spot, and often
have I lain in its secret holes, for days at a time, while the savages
have been hunting the buffaloes on the open ground. We must enter it
with great care, for a broad trail might be seen, and Indian curiosity
is a dangerous neighbour."
Leading the way himself, he selected a spot where the tall coarse
herbage stood most erect, growing not unlike a bed of reeds, both in
height and density. Here he entered, singly, directing the others to
follow as nearly as possible in his own footsteps. When they had
paused for some hundred or two feet into the wilderness of weeds, he
gave his directions to Paul and Middleton, who continued a direct
route deeper into the place, while he dismounted and returned on his
tracks to the margin of the meadow. Here he passed many minutes in
replacing the trodden grass, and in effacing, as far as possible,
every evidence of their passage.


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