How Pilot, who had been left, as we supposed, dying in the camp, had found us out, we were curious to know.  It appeared that one of the Indians had left, as he confessed, a load of pemmican behind.  This the dog must have scented out after we had gone, and having eaten it, had remained sheltered during the storm under the snow.  His provisions exhausted, he had set out to rejoin his companions, and on his way had providentially been led to the mouth of our burrow.  Finding that he could not get us out, he had gone on, and on coming up with the party, by his extraordinary behaviour attracted attention.  The moment he had had some buffalo meat, he rushed back towards where he had left us, and then pulled at Corney's and Uncle Donald's leggings, thus leading them to believe that he knew where we were to be found.