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80 THE MAID OF THE MOUNTAIN. after ine, sure. But, Lordy! she wouldn’t hear a word. T - might as well have “talked to fhe saw-mill. Ob, darn buttons, I wish I had staid tew hum. But, Sary Ann is so all-fired queer that a man can’t have his own way, never.” “You would have done better to keep out of the Indian country, Mr. Simpkins. It*isn’t the place for Yankees. The savages are unusually hungry this year, and they say that a good smart Yankee roast makes theirhearts strong. I should eee ee, SHY tes HH Tare: Who is that Indian on the mountain?” “Injun? Whar? I don’t see any,’ cried the Yankee, staring about him in dismay. “Oh, I’m s scared! I wish I was back in Varmount, a i fpr galemagll 5 i pray the— Whar’s that Injan ?” “TI guess it was the rock “és: I saw?” replied "Todiiny, _ With a laugh, “ It looks like it now. But, you need not be afraid of Burnt Stump while you stay with us Wewill take care of so Bays, Mister, don't-you want to swap “knives?” qooth osh. d - The promise of protection had set his mind at rest instant- ly, and~he was*his old scheming self again, eager for s trade. - “No, I don't know that I want to trade with you,” said Tommy. Pm an ewfal hand at a dicker,” said Simpkins. “Yew may go your pile on that. het, nthe orenternigh Tras, dew. ‘ unseén.’ ” “No, thank you,” replied Eliot. “I'm not in @ homor for trading to-day.” “What-dlew’ yews say tow baylt? ile ite persisted Simpkins... “I guess yew won’t git a better trade nowhar. Buy him; he’s little, but he’s got a powerful sight of the trew grit in him. Why, that there mule on'y wants trainin’, and he’d make the greatest mule on record—that’s what he'd do; it's in him. Now, yew buy him; yew be the man tew train this risin’ genius. Don’t be back'ard about it. Pil sell him cheap—fifty dollars.” “ What do I want of the brate, man ?” said Elliot “ Don’t bother me.” commicloooks.conn