We went on and on, the Indians keeping ahead of us.  From this circumstance, Uncle Donald was of opinion that they had not taken many prisoners.  At length we came to a stream running northward, bordered by willows poplars, and other trees.  Instead of crossing directly in front of us, where it was somewhat deep, we kept up along its banks.  We had not got far when we saw the light of a fire, kindled, apparently, at the bottom of the hollow through which the stream passed.