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ee | ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM, 53 phragm, and looking as if he could easily and right will- ingly devour the side of a buffalo without turning a hair. Everything now for some time appeared to progress satis- — factorily, unmarred by mysterious outside influences of any kind. A new fire was started, this time with success, and the replenished stew-pot began to bubble and simmer over it with an energy that gave forth appetizing promiscs, and caused the redskins to lick their chops with anticipative gusto. Lhe big chief upon reaching the interior of his lodge, threw himself on a heap of deer-skins and lighted his pipe, while his good-looking squaw sat at his side, playing with her young one, and chattering to her good man so merrily as Irequently to call forth a grim smile over his harsh and warlike front. : But suddenly he rose to a sitting posture, and curiously ~eyed the birchen canopy over his head, for it was moving and swaying to and fro in the most surprising and un- accountable manner. She also noticed it, and sprang to her feet in alarm. The wigwam was not only shaking from its apex to the ground, but it was actually being carried bodily up into the aly. : The chief leaped upon his feet, and giving utterance to an appalling yell, clutched his rifle. His followers about the fire answered it with their harsh voices, and crowded up just in time to see their leader and his family left roof- less while the roof itself slowly ascended into the air until it was as high as the summit of the highest trees. Here it paused, and swayed about in mid-air for a moment, and was then permitted to settle quietly down upon the peaked top of a lofty cedar, where it looked very like a monstrous night cap on the head of a giant. The savages were astounded, bewildered, mystified, and frightened beyond measure, when suddenly a puff of wind parted the bright fleecy canopy of the skies, revealing to their astonished vision the motionless balloon, with the weird face and figure of the White Hermit glaring down at them from his magic car, and shaking his staff at them in well-simulated wrath. ‘‘Booglebooby! Booglebooby!” they roared, and scam- pered away under the trees as fast as their legs could carry them, their valorous chieftain leading the race, and his wife comicboo (are)