Near by we saw trails of Indians, great wolf tracks in the sand, and on the trees the places where the stags had rubbed their growing antlers. His hands and face are badly swollen to-day. We reached the mouth of Weeping Water creek. In the bushes above us the birds sang a little soft song or twittering. It would return much more if carefully worked.
Cattle also succeed here splendidly, give much milk but require salt from time to time.
Mr. Fontenelle thought he would have five thousand head of swine in a few years if the Indians did not steal too many from him. Ducks and shore birds covered the banks about us. Stillness reigned in the wide wilderness. In the morning our ship, like a smoke-vomiting monster, frightened all living creatures. Geese and ducks flew in all directions.