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a oe % ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. ieee a4 was probably never heard before in the wilderness of Mon- tana. But such meetings can better be imagined than de- scribed. * # * * “Wall, pard,” said Big Horn, grasping his pupil’s hand with the force of a grizzly’s paw, ‘‘you’ve did bully well, ef I say it as oughtn’t to. An’ how’s the leetle gal—the silver brick, eh?” he continued, turning to Fayaway, who bash- fully hung behind her lover, clutching him by the skirt of his hunting-frock. ‘Look here, Big Horn,” said Sam, coloring a little, and speaking in a low voice, ‘‘I wish you wouldn’t, d’ye under- stand ?” y itete ‘“Wouldn’t what, pard?” ‘“‘Why, be so freeand easy with Fayaway,” said the other, hesitatingly. ‘*You see she don’t like it an’ no more dol, and——” . But here, as it gradually dawned upon Big Horn that his friend was actually growing jealous of him, he inter- rupted him with such thunders of laughter that the ground seemed to tremble under their feet. . “Oh, ho, ho!” roared the giant, ‘‘that ere’s too good, pard. Why, why, I meanter guv her away to you, when you, an’ the bride, an’ the parson, an’ all hands, is ready. Ho, ho, ho!” | ‘All right, then,” said Sam, considerably mollified, and looking a little shamefaced. ‘‘Come Hayaway, let us go up tothe fire, an’ see if they’ve got any grub; I’m half- starved. What!’ he exclaimed, putting on a long face as he reached the viandless fire, ‘‘narya sign of grub, when the buffaler air almost walkin’ over you?” : _ No,” said ‘one of the men, “and what’s more, were all about as hungry as you; only the hosses is so banged up they couldn’t run down a prairie-dog.” ‘Here, professor!” cried Sam; ‘‘we must take another L’ist in the gas-bag, an’ get some game. All hands are starvin’ to death.” “Very good,” responded the old man, with alacrity. «Jump aboard, then. I must say the sight of them buffalo makes me feel a little peckish myself.” ‘What are they going to do?” said Miss Mollie, who had strayed up with her lover in time to hear a few words that had passed, ‘Here, Fayaway, you're nob to go; you're to I Gomichoo (eo)