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46 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. hunter, with more temper than he Was in the habit of show- ing. ‘‘ButI intend to marry the girl that has my heart.” ‘‘My dear son,” said the professor, with much suavity, “T remember the time when I[ entertained the same absurd opinions myself. But after I had crossed the icy barriers of the Antartic Ocean, solved the secrets of the electric currents of the North Pole, traversed the burning, unexplored regions of Africa, and hovered, lost in contemplative won- der, above the mysterious source of the Nile—my son, you do not seem to be listening.” “No, I’m tired out. ‘Tell the rest of your wonderful - story to Minnetrapa there. Her appreciation will be as good as mine. I’m for bed. Good-night, Fayaway. Call us in time to-morrow, professor.” And with this the young man passed into a rude apartment reserved for guests at the cabin, and was soon forgetting the tumultuous cares and dangers of the day in profound slumber. he professor aroused him before daylight, saying that Fayaway was already up and dressed, and that Teddy would have the balloon ready in half an hour. “Just time enough for a hearty breakfast, and then away ‘we go,” said the White Hermit, cheerily. Ihe breakfast was soon dispatched, and bidding old Min- S netrapa good-by, the trio set out-for the balloon, loaded with , blankets and provisions, and Sam carrying his gun and other weapons besides. , | Lhe sky was brightening in the east, they could hear the churning and spouting of the mud yolcano, as they ap- proached its vicinity, and the columns of vapors and gases ascenting from the multitudinous fissures in the soil, parti- ally obscured the growing dawn. : “Phew!” exclaimed Sam, pinching his nostrils in a comi- cal way that aroused a merry laugh from Fayaway. ‘The devil must have onions for breakfast, to judge from the smell of his breath.” They found the balloon already inflated, and Teddy stand- ing by it making fast the car—a much larger and roomier one than the one formerly used, and having a covered, can- vas top. ‘You've prepared an all fired lot of protisions for the occasion,” remarked Sam, as he stowed away the wrappings and several sacks of dried meat and pilot bread, | a comirebooks.com ~