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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM, | , Li ‘I believe him to be insane,” said the young lady, quietly. “What!” exclaimed Sam, in astonishment. But the professor said: ‘‘Indeed, miss, I have more than once heard your father express the same opinion, even in the heat of his anger.” ‘‘T cannot think otherwise,” said she. ‘‘During all of the interviews I have had with him during my captivity, he has every now and‘them broken off fromthe thread of his dis- course, and began to rave about his mother in the wildest, strangest, and most unaccountable manner. I believe his mother was made a captive by the Indians many years ago, and that he has been seeking for her ever since. He seemed to forget all about my presence when he began to harp upon this string, and from his ravings I gathered that the hunter, Big Horn, has some knowledge of the mother’s whereabouts, but will not inform the son, out of revenge, or from some such motive.” Here a joyful exclamation from Fayaway attracted the attention of all. | ‘‘Lookee, Prairie Blossom! lookee, white campee all right very much,” she cried. . ““Yes; there is our camp, sure enough,” said the professor, directing Mollie’s gaze to some white specks on the southern horizon. ‘‘Itis not yet noon, and we have not been away from it for more than four hours. In half an hour more you will doubtless be with your—I mean with Lieutenant Dutton.” “T can hardly realize it,” murmured the young girl, her happy tears flowing afresh. “Yes; an’ jist look at the buffaler!” shouted the irre- pressible Sam, dancing about in the car, and clapping his hands. ‘‘Why, they’re browsin’ within a mile or two of the camp. ven the battle of yesterday and last night dont seem to have scared ’em away a bit.” ‘‘A battle! has there been a battle?” said Miss Chapman, turning pale. : «Yes, miss, and a very severe one,” said old Max, gravely. And then, thinking it best to prepare her at once for many of the ghastly scenes which she would necessarily have to encounter, he gave her, in as few words as possible, the details of the conflicts that had taken place. ‘And all these torrents of human blood shed for me!” she exclaimed, in horror. ‘‘Oh, woe, woe is me.” . Gomichboo (alo)