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&- 20 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. “What, Fayaway! my little fawnfoot!” cried Sam, hold- ing ont his arms, into whose embrace the savage maiden sprang without the least hesitation or coyness. dihe next moment her dark, blushing face was reaching up to his, and her full, ripe lips were pouted for the antici- — pated kiss. CHAPTER III. BIG HORN. A merry life is the hunter’s bold, Little for danger careth he; He lonely roves field, forest, and wold, And his roof is the bough of the greenwood tree. With an eye like a hawk’s, and the hand like the grip Of a grizzly’s paw in an angry mood, He still hath a welcome ever on lip For a friend indeed, or a comrade good. When they reached the interior of the cabin, in which an old squaw was bustling about with avast amount of self- importance in her wrinkled and grizzled mien, the sight that met their gazé was a cheering one for hungry men—a rough table heaped with fresh roasted venison and_ bear meat, the odor of which was savory and delicious beyond expression, together with a pan filled with smoking baked potatoes. ; “I put ’em on fire-coals soon as I see Booglebooby sailin’ over cliff-rocks,” explained the old squaw, in quite as good and grammatical English as most of her pale-faced superiors could boast of in that region. | ) “Good enough, Minnetrapa,” said the White Hermit, divesting himself of his astrologer’s hat and cloak. ‘‘Sam, are you hungry?” “Oh, no—only starved!” said Sam, drawing up a three- legged stool to the table without being asked or waiting for any one else, and diving into a venison steak like a famished wolf. Professor Max soon joined him company, though with much sparer appetite, the old woman waiting upon him with considerable ceremony, while the young girl sat close to Sam, every now and then reaching over with an old- fashioned, broken-handled, two-tined carving-fork, and _ supplying his tin plate with meat or potato, as, one after comicbooks co mm