dried-skin

Updated: August 4, 2026

The third night following the storm, when the hunters lay snug under their blankets, a commotion outside aroused them. "Indians," said Rea, "come north for reindeer." Half the night, shouting and yelling, barking dogs, hauling of sleds and cracking of dried-skin tepees murdered sleep for those in the cabin. In the morning the level plain and edge of the forest held an Indian village.

Zane Grey - The Last of the Plainsmen