The Indians, it seemed, had paused here on their journey south from Canada to go...

The Indians, it seemed, had paused here on their journey south from Canada to go hunting before the battle. Under the snow were stored the carcasses of twenty moose. Eben had to count them himself before he could believe it, and even then, he could not believe it.
Eben was no hunter. If he'd gotten one moose, it would have been pure luck.