I waited with intense anxiety for Uncle Donald who appeared to have been a long time absent.  I dared not disobey his orders by moving from the spot, yet I felt eager to creep up and try and ascertain what had happened.  I thought that by seeming the horses to the trees, I might manage to get near the Indian camp without being perceived, but I overcame the temptation.  At length I heard footsteps approaching, when, greatly to my relief, I saw Uncle Donald coming towards me, carrying some object wrapped up in a buffalo-robe in his arms.