After talking for some time, one of them, whose back, however, was towards me, got up and addressed his companions.  He spoke at some length, and I would have given much to know what he was saying.  His spear he held with one hand; with the other he pointed, now to the sky, now to some unseen distant object, now he waved it in the air.  The other Indians gazed up at his countenance, as if greatly moved by his address; but whether he was pleading for us or advocating our death, I could by no means discover.  In vain I listened to catch any words I might understand.