This Indian village was a very crowded one that night.
The squaws and children slept in the wigwams, while the Indian men stretched themselves on the ground outside.
A few kept watch, for fear the enemy might return and destroy their village.
The tiny stars twinkled brightly from the heavens.
The good moon sent her protecting light upon the village.
All was very peaceful, except for the hoots of the owls which sounded through the forest.
The enemy did not return that night.
Early in the morning the Indians awoke after a good rest. They felt that they must go out again in search of more food.
Some carried long spears with them, so that they might spear the fish. Others went into the forest carrying their bows and quiver bags with them.
The women, with their babies on their backs, started out to gather poles for new wigwams. They must lose no time for winter was at hand, and wigwams must be built before snow came.