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140 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. had been determined upon, at the persistent importunities of the latter, soon after his arrival. Some days, entirely devoted to jollification, had passed, when the announcement was made that the balloon was in sight. “ee] am glad of it,” said Colonel Chapman, rising, ‘‘for the boys have made preparations for any number of wild sports to-day, and I hope the professor will permit his balloon to take a part. He has been absent for more than a week now.” Lhey all went out upon the plain, where already a large - number were congregated, watching the flight of the balloon, which was rapidly approaching them from the mountains. ‘“‘He’s got his smaller balloon this time,” said Sam; ‘‘an’ I only see two in the car—the old man and Teddy, like enough, Drat him! if he ain’t scooped up some of Fayaway’s second cousins by this time I’ll put a head on him,” Fayaway professed to be a princess, the daughter of a former grand chief of the Shoshone tribe, whose domains _ lay somewhere in the mysterious wilderness of the far South- west. When Sam had popped the question to her, she an- swered that she could not, meetly and properly, bestow the brown treasure of her little hand—no matter how seconded by the inclinations of her virgin heart—without the pres-— ence of her royal kindred, some of whom old Max had prom- ised to skirmish around in search of, just before he quitted the camp for his canon home. rin CHAPTER XIX, AIRY LOVE-MAKING., The balloon descended and was duly anchored, and the professor stepped out upon the ground, with his customary smirk of philosophical self-conceit upon his hatchet features, and his long cloak and tall hat, looking as white as though he had just stepped out of a flour-bin. “I saw from my observatory,” said he, briskly, after saluting the ladies with old-fashioned politeness, ‘that you: | were preparing for sport of some kind, so I thought I’d just light down and see what was up.” | E “You ain’t brought none of Fayaway’s gang?” whispered comicbooks co n é ~n /