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the proportions of crime. Mere necessity obliges stormy clouds that enveloped her in camps, opened man to create many acts into felonies, and to overhead at intervals—showing her a far distant punish them as the heaviest offences, which his blue serene. She yearned, at many times, for the better sense teaches him secretly to regard as rest which is not in camps or armies ; and it is perhaps among the lightest. Those poor desert- certain, that she ever combined with any plans or ers, for instance, were they necessarily without day-dreams of tranquillity, as their most essential excuse? They might have been oppressively used; ally, some aid derived from that dovelike religion but in critical times of war, no matter for the in- which, at St. Sebastian's, as an infant and dividual palliations, the deserter from his colours through girlhood, she had been taught so promust be shot: there is no help for it: as in ex- foundly to adore. tremities of general famine, we shoot the man Now, let us rise from this discussion of Kate {alas! we are obliged to shoot him] that is found against libellers, as Kate herself is rising from robbing the common stores in order to feed his prayer, and consider, in conjunction with her, own perishing children, though the offence is the character and promise of that dreadful ground hardly visible in the sight of God. Only block- which lies immediately before her. What is to heads adjust their scale of guilt to the scale of be thought of it? I could wish we had a theohuman punishments. Now, our wicked friend dolite here, and a spirit-level, and other instruthe fanatic, who calumniates Kate, abuses the ments, for settling some important questions. Yet advantage which, for such a purpose, he derives no : on consideration, if one had a wish allowed from the exaggerated social estimate of all vio- by that kind fairy, without whose assistance it lence. Personal security being so main an ob- would be quite impossible to send, even for the ject of social union, we are obliged to frown spirit-level, nobody would throw away the wish upon all modes of violence as hostile to the upon things so paltry; I would not put the fairy central principle of that union. We are obliged upon any such errand : I would order the good to rate it, according the universal results to creature to bring no spirit-level, but a stiff glass wards which it tends, and scarcely at all, accord- of spirits for Kate-a palanquin, and relays of ing to the special condition of circumstances, in fifty stout bearers—all drunk, in order that they which it may originate. Hence a horror arises might not feel the cold. The main interest at for that class of offences, which is (philosophically this moment, and the main difficulty-indeed, the speaking) exaggerated; and by daily use, the open question” of the case—was, to ascertain ethics of a police-office translate themselves, in- whether the ascent were yet accomplished or not; sensibly, into the ethics even of religious people. and when would the descent commence? or had But I tell that sycophantish fanatic-not this it, perhaps, long commenced ? The character of only, viz., that he abuses unfairly, against Kate, the ground, in those immediate successions that the advantage which he has from the inevitably could be connected by the eye, decided nothing ; distorted bias of society ; but also, I tell him this for the undulations of the level had been so consecond little thing, viz., that upon turning away tinual for miles, as to perplex any eye but an the glass from that one obvious aspect of Kate's engineer's, in attempting to judge whether, upon character, her too fiery disposition to vindicate the whole, the tendency were upwards or downall rights by violence, and viewing her in relation wards. Possibly it was yet neither way; it is, into general religious capacities, she was a thousand deed, probable, that Kate had been for some time times more promisingly endowed than himself. travelling along a series of terraces, that traversed It is impossible to be noble in many things, with the whole breadth of the topmost area at that out having many points of contact with true reli- point of crossing the Cordilleras, and which pergion. If you deny that, you it is that calumniate haps, but not certainly, compensated any casual religion. Kate was noble in many things. Her tendencies downwards by corresponding reascents. worst errors never took a shape of self-interest or Then came the question-how long would these deceit. She was brave, she was generous, she terraces yet continue ? and had the ascending was forgiving, she bore no malice, she was full of parts really balanced the descending ?-upon that truth-qualities that God loves either in man or seemed to rest the final chance for Kate. Be. woman. She hated sycophants and dissemblers. cause, unless she very soon reached a lower level, I hate them; and more than ever at this moment and a warmer atmosphere, mere weariness would on her behalf. I wish she were but here—to give oblige her to lie down, under a fierceness of cold, a punch on the head to that fellow who traduces that would not suffer her to rise after once losing her. And, coming round again to the occasion the warmth of motion ; or, inversely, if she even from which this sliort digression has started, viz., continued in motion, mere extremity of cold would the question raised by the Frenchman—whether of itself, speedily absorb the little surplus energy Kate were a person likely to pray under other for moving, which yet remained unexhausted by circumstances than those of extreme danger? I weariness. offer it as my opinion that she was. Violent At this stage of her progress, and whilst the people are not always such from choice, but per- agonising question seemed yet as indeterminate haps from situation. And, though the circum- as ever, Kate's struggle with despair, which had stances of Kate's position allowed her little means been greatly soothed by the fervour of her prayer, for realising her own wishes, it is certain that revolved upon her in deadlier blackness. All those wishes pointed continually to peace and an turned, she saw, upon a race against time, and unworldly happiness, if that were possible. The the arrears of the road ; and she, poor thing! how little qualified could she be, in such a condi- , house, has ceased (you suddenly think) to rise; yes ! tion, for a race of any kind ; and against two measured by a golden plummet, it is sinking beyond such obstinate brutes as time and space! This a doubt, and the darlings of your household are hour of the progress, this noontide of Kate's saved. Kate faced round in agitation to her struggle, must have been the very crisis of the proper direction. She saw, what previously, in whole. Despair was rapidly tending to ratify her stunning confusion, she had not seen, that, itself. Hope, in any degree, would be a cordial hardly two stones' throw in advance, lay a mass for sustaining her efforts. But to flounder along of rock, split as into a gateway. Through that a dreadful chaos of snow-drifts, or snow-chasms, opening it now became probable that the road was towards a point of rock, which, being turned, lying. Hurrying forward, she passed within the should expose only another interminable succes natural gates. Gates of paradise they were. sion of the same character--might that be en-Ah, what a vista did that gateway expose before dured by ebbing spirits, by stiffening limbs, by her dazzled eye ? what a revelation of heavenly the ghastly darkness that was now beginning to promise? Full two miles long, stretched a long nargather upon the inner eye? And, if once despair row glen, everywheredescending, and in many parts became triumphant, all the little arrear of phy- rapidly. All was now placed beyond a doubt. She sical strength would collapse at once.

was descending-for hours perhaps had been deOh! verdure of human fields, cottages of men scending insensibly, the mighty staircase. Yes, and women (that now suddenly seemed al! Kate is leaving behind her the kingdom of frost and brothers and sisters), cottages with children the victories of death. Two miles farther there around them at play, that are so far below-oh! may be rest, if there is not shelter. And very summer and spring, flowers and blossoms, to soon, as the crest of her new-born happiness, which, as to his symbols, God has given the gor- she distinguished at the other end of that rocky geous privilege of rehearsing for ever upon earth vista, a pavilion-shaped mass of dark-green his most mysterious perfection – Life, and the foliage-á belt of trees, such as we see in the resurrections of Life—is it indeed true, that poor lovely parks of England, but islanded by a screen Kate must never see you more? Mutteringly (though not everywhere oocupied by the usurpashe put that question to herself. But strange tions) of a thick bushy undergrowth. Oh, verare the caprices of ebb and flow in the deep dure of dark-olive foliage, offered suddenly to faintfountains of human sensibilities. At this very ing eyes, as if by some winged patriarchal hermoment, when the utter incapacitation of despair aldof wrath relenting—solitary Arab's tent, rising was gathering fast at Kate's heart, a sudden light-with saintly signals of peace, in the dreadful ening shot far into her spirit, a reflux almost super-desert, must Kate indeed die even yet, whilst she natural, from the earliest effects of her prayer. sees but cannot reach you? Outpost on the A thought had struck her all at once, and this frontier of man's dominions, standing within life, thought prompted her immediately to turn round. but looking out upon everlasting death, wilt thou Perhaps it was in some blind yearning after the hold up the anguish of thy mocking invitation, only memorials of life in this frightful region, that only to betray? Never, perhaps, in this world she fixed her eye upon a point of hilly ground was the line so exquisitely grazed, that parts salvaby which she identified the spot near which the tion and ruin. As the dove to her dove-cot from three corpses were lying. The silence seemed the swooping hawk-as the Christian pinnace deeper than ever. Neither was there any phan to Christian batteries, from the bloody Mahometan tom memorial of life for the eye or for the ear, corsair, so flew—so tried to fly towards the annor wing of bird, nor echo, nor green leaf, nor choring thickets, that, alas, could not weigh their creeping thing, that moved or stirred, upon the anchors and make sail to meet her the poor exsoundless waste. Oh, what a relief to this bur-hausted Kate from the vengeance of pursuing then of silence would be a human groan ! Here frost. seemed a motive for still darker despair. And And she reached them; staggering, fainting, yet, at that very moment, a pulse of joy began to reeling, she entered beneath the canopy of thaw the ice at her heart. It struck her, as she umbrageous trees. But, as oftentimes, the reviewed the ground, that undoubtedly it had been Hebrew fugitive to a city of refuge, flying for for some time slowly descending. Her senses his life before the avenger of blood, was pressed were much dulled by suffering ; but this thought so hotly that, on entering the archway of what it was, suggested by a sudden apprehension of a seemed to him the heavenly city-gate, as he continued descending movement, which had kneeled in deep thankfulness to kiss its holy caused her to turn round. Sight had confirmed merciful shadow, he could not rise again, but sank the suggestion first derived from her own steps. instantly with infant weakness into sleep-someThe distance attained was now sufficient to esta- times to wake no more ; so sank, so collapsed blish the tendency. Oh, yes, yes, to a certainty upon the ground, without power to choose her she had been descending for some time. Fright- couch, and with little prospect of ever rising ful was the spasm of joy which whispered that the again to her feet, the martial nun. She lay as worst was over. It was as when the shadow of mid-luck had ordered it, with her head screened by night, that murderers had relied on, is passing the undergrowth of bushes, from any gales that away from your beleagured shelter, and dawn might arise ; she lay exactly as she sank, with will soon be manifest. It was as when a flood, that her eyes up to heaven ; and thus it was that the all day long has raved against the walls of your nun saw, before falling asleep, the two sights that

upon earth ate fittest for the closing eyes of a better at least than she was last night. Ah! but nun, whether destined to open again, or to close sleep is not always sent upon missions of refreshfor ever. She saw the interlacing of boughs ment. Sleep is sometimes the secret chamber in overhead forming a dome, that seemod like the which death arranges his machinery. Sleep is dome of a cathedral. She saw through the fret- sometimes that deep mysterious atmosphere, in work of the foliage, another dome, far beyond, which the human spirit is slowly unsettling its wings the dome of an evening sky, the dome of some for flight from earthly tenements. It is now eight heavenly cathedral, not built with hands. She o'clock in the morning; and, to all appearance, if saw upon this upper dome the vesper lights, all Kate should receive no aid before noon, when alive with pathetic grandeur of colouring from a next the sun is departing to his rest, Kate will be sunset that had just been rolling down like a departing to hers"; when next the sun is holding chorus. She had not, till now, consciously ob- out his golden Christian signal to man, that the served the time of day; whether it were morning, hour is come for letting his anger go down, Kate or whether it were afternoon, in her confusion will be sleeping away for ever into the arms of she had not distinctly known. But now she brotherly forgiveness. whispered to herself." It is evening : " and What is wanted just now for Kate, supposing what lurked half unconsciously in these words Kate herself to be wanted by this world, is, that might be-_-" The sun, that rejoices, has finished this world would be kind enough to send her a his daily toil ; man, that labours, has finished little brandy before it is too late. The simple his ; I, that suffer, have finished mine.” That truth was, and a truth which I have known to take might be what she thought, but what she said place in more ladies than Kate, who died or did was, “it is evening; and the hour is come when not die, accordingly, as they had or had not an the Angelus is sounding through St Sebastians,” | adviser like myself, capable of giving so sound What made her think of St Sebastians, so far an opinion, that the jewelly star of life had deaway in depths of space and time? Her brain scended too far down the arch towards setting, for was wandering, now that her feet were not ; and, any chance of re-ascending by spontaneous effort. because her eyes had descended from the heavenly The fire was still burning in secret, but needed to to the earthly dome, that made her think of be rekindled by potent artificial breath. It linearthly cathedrals, and of cathedral choirs, and gered, and might linger, but would never culmiof St Sebastian's chapel, with its silvery bells that nate again without some stimulus from earthly carried the Angelus far into mountain recesses. vineyards.* Kate was ever lucky, though ever unPerhaps, as her wanderings increased, she thought herself back in childhood; became "pussy” once

Though not exactly in the same circumstances as Kate,

or sleeping, à la belle etoile, on a declivity of the Andes, I again ; fancied that all since then was a frightful have known (or heard circumstantially reported) the cases dream; that she was not upon the dreadful Andes, of many ladies besides Kate, who were in precisely the but still kneeling in the holy chapel at vespers ;

same critical danger of perishing for want of a littly brandy.

A dessert spoonful or two would have saved them. Avauni! still innocent as then ; loved as then she had you wicked “ Temperance” medallist! repent as fast as been loved; and that all men were liars, who said ever you can, or, perhaps the next time we hear of you, her hand was ever stained with blood. Little

ansarca and hydrothorar, will be running after you to pun

ish your shocking excesses in water. Seriously, the case enough is mentioned of the delusions which is one of constant recurrence, and constantly ending fatally possessed her ; but that little gives a key to the from unseasonable and pedantic rigor of temperance. The impulse which her palpitating heart obeyed, and generous and liberal body of men amongst us: taken gen

fact is, that the medical profession composes the most which her rambling brain for ever reproduced in erally, by much the most enlightened; but professionally, multiplying mirrors. Restlessness kept her in the most timid. Want of boldness in the administration waking dreams for a brief half hour. But then of opium, &c., though they can be bold enough with mer

cury, is their besetting infirmity. And from this infirmity fever and delirium would wait no longer; the females sutfer most. One instance I need hardly mention, killing exhaustion would no longer be refused; the fatal case of an august lady, mourned by nations, with the fever, the delirium, and the exhaustion, swept this hour, (well able to judge) that she would have been in together with power like an army with banners; saved by a glass of brandy; and her attendant, who shot and the nun ceased through the gathering twilight himself, came to think so too late--too late for ner,

and too late for himself. Amongst many cases of the any more to watch the cathedrals of earth, or the same nature, which personally I have been acquainted more solemn cathedrals that rose in the heavens with, twenty years ago, a man, illustrious for his inabove.

tellectual accomplishments, mentioned to me that his

own wife, during her first or second confinement, was All night long she slept in her verdurous St. suddenly reported to him, by one of her female attendants, Bernard's hospice without awaking, and whether (who slipped away unobserved by the medical people) as she would ever awake seemed to depend upon an undoubtedly sinking fast. le hurried to her chamber, and accident.

The presiding medical authority, howThe slumber that towered above her ever, was inexorable, "Oh, by no means,” shaking his brain was like that fluctuating silvery column ambrosial wig, “any stimulant at this crisis would be which stands in scientific tubes sinking, rising, testimony of all symptoms, and of all unprofessional opin

fatal.” But no authority could overrule the concurrent deepening, lightening, contracting, expanding ; ions. By some pious falsehood my friend smuggled the or like the mist that sits, through sultry after- doctor out of the room, and immediately smuggled a glass noons, upon the river of the American St. Peter, of brandy into the poor lady's lips. She recovered with sometimes rarefying for minutes into sunny gauze, grave under the delusive persuasion--that not any vile

magical power. The doctor is now dead, and went to his sometimes condensing for hours into palls of glass of brandy, but the stern refusal of all brandy, was funeral darkness. You fancy that, after twelve tient hersell, who might naturally know something of the

the thing that saved his collapsing patient. The pahours of any sleep, she must have been refreshed ; matter, was of a different opinion. She sided with the fortunate ; and the world, being of my opinion that childhood on this dreadful frontier, sacred to winKatewas worth saving, made up its mind about half- ter and death, they understood the case at once. past eighto'clock in the morning to save her. Just at They dismounted : and with the tenderness of that time, when the night wasover, and its sufferings women, raising the poor frozen cornet in their were hidden—in one of those intermitting gleams arms, washed her temples with brandy, whilst that for a moment or two lightened the clouds of one, at intervals, suffered a few drops to trickle her slumber, Kate's dull ear caught a sound that within her lips. As the restoration of a warm for years had spoken a familiar language to her. bed was now most likely to be successful, they What was it? It was the sound, though muilled lifted the helpless stranger upon a horse, walking and deadened, like the ear that heard it, of horse- on each side with supporting arms. Once again men advancing. Interpreted by the tumultuous our Kate is in the saddle ; once again a Spanish dreams of Kate, was it the cavalry of Spain, at Caballador. But Kate's bridle-hand is deadly whose head so often she had charged the bloody cold. And her spurs, that she had never unIndian scalpers ? Was it, according to the legend fastened since leaving the monastic asylum, hung of ancient days, cavalry that had been sown by as idle as the flapping sail that fills unsteadily her brother's blood, cavalry that rose from the with the breeze upon a stranded ship. ground on an inquest of retribution, and were This procession had some miles to go, and over racing up the Andes to seize her? Her dreams difficult ground; but at length it reached the that had opened sullenly to the sound waited forest-like park and the chateau of the wealthy for no answer, but closed again into pompous proprietress. Kate was still half-frozen and darkness. Happily, the horsemen had caught the speechless, except at intervals. Ileavens ! can glimpse of some bright ornament, clasp, or aiguil- this corpse-like, languishing young woman be the lette, on Kate's dress. They were hunters and Kate that once, in her radiant girlhood rode with foresters from below ; servants in the house- a handful of comrades into a column of two thou. hold of a beneficent lady ; and in some pursuit of sand enemies, that saw her comrades die, that flying game had wandered beyond their ordinary persisted when all were dead, that tore from the limits. Struck by the sudden scintillation from heart of all resistance the banner of her native Kate's dress played upon by the morning sun, Spain? Chance and change have “written strange they rode up to the thicket. Great was their defeatures in her face.” Much is changed ; but surprise, great their pity, to see a young officer some things are not changed : there is still kindin uniform stretched within the bushes upon the ness that overflows with pity; there is still helpground, and perhaps dying. Borderers from lessness that asks for this pity without a voice :

she is now received by a Senora, not less kind than factious body around her bed, (comprehending all beside that maternal aunt, who, on the night of her birth, the doctor) who felt sure that death was rapidly ap first welcomed her to a loving home ; and she, the proaching, barring that brandy. the same appalling crisis, I have known repeatedly heroine of Spain, is herself as helpless now as produced by twenty-five drops of laudanum.

An ob that little lady who, then at ten minutes of age, stinate man will say - "Oh, never listen to a nonmedical man like this writer. Consult in such a case was kissed and blessed by all the household of St. your medical adviser.” You will, will you? Then Sebastian. let me tell you, that you are missing the very logic of all I have been saying for the improvement of

Last month, reader, I promised, or some one blockheads, which is that you should consult any man promised for me, that I should drive through to but a medical man, since no other man has any obstinate the end of the journey in the next stage. But, prejudice of professional timidity., N.B. - prescribe for oh, dear reader! these Andes, in Jonathan's Kate gratis, because she, poor thing! has so little to give. "But from other ladies, who may have the happiness phrase, are a

range of hills. It takes to benefit by my advice, I expect a fee--not so large a one “ the kick” out of any horse, or, indeed, out of considering the service-a towering plant, suppose the second best in their collection. I know it would be of no any cornet of horse, to climb up this cruel side of use to ask for the very best, (which else I could wish to the range. Rest I really must, whilst Kate is do) because that would only be leading them into little resting. But next month I will carry you down fils. I don't insist on a ¥ ucca gloriosa, or a Magnolia the other side at such a flying gallop, that you speciosissima, (I hope there is such a plant)--a rose or a violet will do. I am sure there is such a plant as that shall suspect me (though most unjustly) of a plot And if they settle their debts justly, I shall very soon be against your neck. Now, let me throw down the For, treat it not as a jest, reader ; no case of timid practice reins ; and then, in our brother Jonathau's sweet is so fatally frequent.

sentimental expression, "let's liquor." ( To be concluded in our next.)


THERE are times when thoughts of the past rush o'er Then crowd on the mind the once-loved face,
The rapt mind like a heavy sea,

And the long-forgotten tone,
And like drifted weed from some distant shore

Till the brooding mem'ry fills all space, Come regrets for what might not be.

And we live in the past alone. Such thoughts are abroad when the silent skies

Then the thoughts which the busy present wakes, Look down on a world at rest;

And which haunt the gairish day, And the pallid moon on the dark night lies,

Like ghosts when the light of morning breaks, Like the fair on Othello's breast !

Hide their faces and shrink away. H. M. A.

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DEEP in the centro of a sycamore grove—where the tended to render all the less agreeable. He looked the peccan and the turtle-berry flourish in open glades, where very man to hug a bear, eat an Indian, and whip a panthe deer come at even-tide to water, and where the ther round his head, as he would swing a cat, by the tail. wild turkey gobble in the due season, thickly dight with “We shall do very well, I expect,” replied James wild gravo vines, and other creeping plants—is Peccan Wharton, the first speaker. Spring, a locality celebrated, far and wide, with the hun- “We're bound to do war I am. We've meat and ters and trappers who frequent the borders of the Red water, we've fire and 'baccy, what more can a man ax?”' River. It is a sweet and retired spot, a very woodland Wharton laughed, and without answering, having hofretreat, where fays and sprites might be supposed to dwell fled his horse, began collecting dry sticks, while Kelly and dance by the blue light of a summer moon, leaving with a huge axe felled some large branches suited to mark and sign upon the rich prairie grass; butwhich, in the purpose of a roaring fire. the land of the Anglo-American, knows no other associa

“ It's 'nation cold; "' said Kelly, “and darn me if I tions but those connected with the copper-coloured abo- mind the Ingines. I'll have a fire that 'ull speak, I'm riginals, who sometimes visit it, for a draught of fresh bound. water, and to rest after the chase. Many a sound of “ As you please, I trust to you,” smiled Wharton savage feast, and many a wail of war victims had been complacently, with a look which plainly said "to save heard there in its day, and many a tale of wild interest trouble, not because you know any better." and bloody event was connected with its history.

“You're wise, I reckon," growled Kelly. Around, as far as the eye could reach, was prairie-a It was not long, ere by the side of the Peccan Spring level surface of boundless extent, swelling here and there which gently bubbled up through a bed of fine sand, like wavelets of the sea, but to the roring eye flat and the sparkled a huge and speaking blaze, making merry unvaried. The wood, which in part was filled with trees the night air, and chasing away all semblance of the storm. of different species, covered many miles of ground, reach- Then down sat the pair to provide the evening mealing to the border of a small but muddy stream, in part fed most welcome to the traveller in the wilds, after a day's by the spring which made the locality so desirable. journey with a bracing wind in his teeth. This concluded,

The sun had gone angrily to rest, setting in a flood of both loaded their pipes, and leaning against a friendly blood red light that yet illumined the western horizon, a and convenient log enjoyed the luxury of a smoke. few raggod and scattered clouds were gradually increasing “How many more days do you reckon to Little Rock?'' in numbers, and threatening an overcast and stormy night, said Wharton, clearing away a dense cloud of smoke by when a mounted traveller came trotting up towards the the motion of his hand. centre of the grove. He was a young man of goodly Good ton, and long chalks at that too,” replied mien and stalwart frame, clothed in a complete suit of Kelly, without removing his pipe which was doing goodly hunting clothes, with flannel shirt, buckskin trousers, service ; “but you ain't tired are you?” untanned boots, shot-pouch, bag, and a rifle of ncavy “ Not I; ripe for a month.” calibre-in all no small load for a horse of the dimensions “Well then keep first watch, while I snooze," conseen in the prairies. The animal scemed to scent the tinued the other with a laugh ; and rolling himself along, water, for without hesitation it trotted towards the small he stretched his huge limbs athwart the fire, and in five open glade, where it bubbled forth, and came to a dead minutes gave evident token of being in a state of somnohalt.

lency. “Well done, old girl,” said the traveller. “I conclude James Wharton remained alone, and glancing round you recollect last fall, when the bloody Sioux were out- noticed that deep night had set in, and that the heavens lying for our skins, and we camped about these diggens. were more and more overcast and lowering: but he cared But softly, mare, down below is your location, leave this not. Born in the haunts of civilisation, and amid the green sward for your betters. Come a-head, Kelly." educated of his fellow men, a roving taste had led him to

Got the spring?" growled a deep voice, at some dis- venture amid the wildest scenes, and to depend for days tance.

and weeks, nay months, upon his gun for subsistence; “ I reckon I have,” continued the young man, dis- to lie down in peace with the wolf, the bear, even with mounting, and unloading the jaded brute, while his com- the Indian close at hand—and had taught him to feel no panion rode up.

anxiety for his scalp as long as it was upon his head, The very diggens !” said Kelly, also dismounting, Rain and wind, heat and cold, had become alike indifferent; and presenting to the eye, the huge frame and six feet and he cared not so that there happened not, the great two of a Rocky Mountain trapper: “it's vale juicy water scourges of the prairies, hunger or thirst. The gusts and small potatoes to spare."

came constant and heavy amid the trees, and the howl The second comer was far less well favoured than the of the caiotoe, an American wolf, was distinct and near, first. Dark haired and eyed, with huge whiskers and in search of scraps left about by the traveller. mustachoes, and eyebrows to match, there was an un- “Hist!" whispered Wharton to himself, as he sank pleasant scowl about his face, which was indicative of beside his comrade in the act of listening, the gentle but muchevil passion, which his apparently vast bodily strength still perceptible gound of a foot fall on the dry sticks bo

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