{2} At these dreadful words, which were uttered in an angry and reproving manner, every soul was struck with terror. But as if to give some consolation, [the voice] assured him that that spirit had but just left his _home_, and coming on very slowly, would not be up with them 'till _such a time_, a little prior to which they were ordered to conjure again, when they would be told what to do. This was no pleasant information to the conjurer who never undertook this job but with the greatest reluctance--nay indeed even sometimes horror. However, he neither, poor creature, had [an] alternative. At the time appointed he entered again, everything being prepared. After the preliminary demands or questions, "Yes," replies one of the _spirits_, "that which thou dreadest _is_ near, and is drawing on apace." "How shall we do? What shall we do?" exclaimed the Indian. At last one of them, who goes by the name of the Bull or Buffaloe, (through the conjurer, for he alone could understand him, his voice being hoarse through, his uttering thick and inarticulate) asked the Indian if he remembered of a dream he made while yet a young man? "Yes," replies the Indian, "I remember perfectly. I dreamed I saw one just like yourself who told me that, when advanced in life, I should be much troubled one winter. But by a certain sacrifice and a sweating _bout_ I should be relieved. But I have not the means here. I have no stones." "You are encamped upon them," rejoined the _spirit_, "and at the door of your tent are some." "Yes, but," says the Indian, "the dogs have _watered_ them, & they are otherwise soiled." "Fool! Put them in the fire. Will not the fire heat and make them change color and purify them? Do this, fail not and be not uneasy. We shall go, four of us (spirits), and amuse him upon the road and endeavour to drive him back." At this the interpreter burst out laughing, exclaimed, "Sacré bande de bêtes! And do you believe all that d----d nonsense?" "You doubt too." says a voice addressing him (the interpreter) from the inside. "Go out of the tent and listen, you'll see if _we_ lie." He did indeed go out to some distance, and after a while heard [the spirits] as a distant hollow noise which increased 'till it became considerably more distinct, and then vanished as a great gust of wind, though the night was mild, calm, clear and beautifully serene. It even startled the dogs. "_Mahn_!" (an Indian term or exclamation signifying haste) said the spirits from within.