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A quantity of furs and buffalo skins were packed in the canoe that served to keep them warm at night. "Mr. Roughgrove! Mr. Roughgrove!" cried Joe, from his loophole. "What do you want with me?" responded the old man. "Why, Miss Mary's gone down to your house to see if the Indians have been there, and they may be there now, perhaps." "There's no danger now, you blockhead," replied Roughgrove.

Cooper, after bidding our hero, Roughgrove, and Mary, a hearty adieu, without entering the inclosure, recrossed the river to their own settlement. The remainder of the party, except the oarsmen, accepted Glenn's invitation to remain with him till morning.

"I'll get mine!" cried Joe, running away with all his might. "What's the matter?" inquired Boone, smiling, who had also seen the approaching Indian, and was walking to where the dead savages lay, accompanied by Glenn and Roughgrove, when he met Joe running swiftly towards the house. "Hang me, if the Indians ain't coming back again," replied Joe.

"Oh! that ain't the right one!" exclaimed Joe, pushing away the Episcopal prayer-book held by Roughgrove. "Then here is one you cannot object to," said Roughgrove, opening the Bible. "Oh, that's not it, either!" cried Joe, in great distress. "Is there no priest in this region? I'm a Roman Catholic oh!"

Glenn asked Boone how the Indians managed to sleep in the cold prairie; and, Roughgrove repeating the inquiry to the savage, they were informed that the war-party carried with them a long but very light sled, in the shape of a canoe, to which was tied a rope made of buckskins, by which they pulled it along on the snow with great swiftness. This kept them warm with exercise through the day.

You know the rest." When Roughgrove ceased speaking, the night was far advanced, and a perfect silence reigned. Without uttering another word, he and Glenn rose from their seats, and repairing to the remaining unoccupied couch, ere long yielded to the influence of tranquil slumber.

He may yet be restored to you re-taught our manners and speech bless his aged father's declining years, and merit sister's affection." "Oh! Mr. Glenn! is he then alive? is this he?" cried Mary. "No, child!" said Roughgrove, "do not think of such a thing, for you will be most bitterly disappointed. Your brother was white look at this Indian's dark face!"

"There is no danger yet," said Roughgrove, the deep snow having occurred to him at the first announcement of the threatened attack, and produced many painful fears in his breast, which caused a sadness to rest upon his time-worn features; "but," he continued, "it would not be in our power to remove the snow in two whole days, and a few hours only are left us to prepare for the worst."

The young chief raised his head quickly, and staring at the maiden's face, seemed to regard her tears and her features with an interest similar to that of a child when it beholds a rare and curious toy. "Has it not occurred to you," said Glenn, addressing Roughgrove, "that this young chief might possibly be your own son?"

"Strive to be composed, my friend; all will be well," said Glenn, when the disconsolate old ferryman gave vent to numerous heart-rending sighs. "If you only knew" commenced Roughgrove, in reply, and the words he was about to utter died upon his lips. "I can well imagine the extent of your bereavement," said Glenn; "but at the same time I am sure she will be returned to you unharmed."