along with you," instructed Captain Lewis. "You'll find us again about opposite where their camp is."
"Good," approved Pierre Dorion. "Now mebbe I get my wife an' fam'ly one time more. My son, he dere, too, say dese young men." For Pierre had married a Sioux woman.
The two Sioux, and Pierre, and Sergeant Nathaniel Pryor and Private John Potts left on foot for the camp of the Yanktons; but the Omaha boy stayed. Peter preferred to keep away from him. The Omahas, to him, were not to be trusted.
From the mouth of the Yankton River, which is to-day called the James River of South Dakota, the boats continued on up the Missouri, to the council ground. The red pirogue ran upon a snag, so that it almost sank before it could be beached. Then all the goods had to be transferred to the white pirogue. This took time, and it was not until nearly sunset that Captain Lewis ordered landing to be made and camp pitched.
The camp of the Sioux was supposed to be somewhere across the river. In the morning no Sioux had yet appeared for council, and Captain Lewis anxiously swept the country to the north with his spy-glass. However, Indians could not be hurried, as Peter well knew. But about four o'clock there spread a murmur.
"Here they come!"
"De Sioux! Dey come. Now for beeg talk an' beeg dance! Hoo-zah!"
