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52 MOHAWK NAT. offer, and in earnest of my honesty I offer you now this purse, in which you will find one hundred Louis d'or. You may think the pay large. It is. We mean to make it for your interest to join us.” Nat took the purse in his hand, and weighed it in a med- itative manner, while he addressed the tempter : “ And what am I to do for all this gold?” he asked. “You will be expected to remain where you are for the present. At stated.periods you will come to some French station, Montreal or Ticonderoga, and make report of all you have scen or heard in reference to the movements of the English forces,” | “ Any thing more ?” | “In case we decide to attempt the invasion of the country, you must be our Engr map out for us the easiest routes and the best places for transportation. This purse is not your whole pay. Iam empowered to bestow upon an agent like you, for each month he remains in our seryice, a sum equal to this you hold in your hand. And if, by your exertions, we are able to make any great advance in our designs, you will receive sixaiGhinal- agar Soarneueurste pith, she, service you are able to render.” “You pay well,” said Nat. : It was indeed a great temptation. The tempted man al- ways had gained his livelihood in the precarious fashion of the hunter; he had been compelled to be satisfied if a roof was over his head, no matter how poor, and with food enough, no matter of what quality, to sustain life. Never before had he held so much money in his hand. Phig; sod: much mare, might all be his own. He allowed himself a few moments for reflection. It was. truly the golden opportunity for which every man of merit hopes and thinks and struggles. If he earn heel now, all was lost, and his life with it. “ For this money,” he said, slowly, “ an’ for the money that comes after it, Tam to turn my back on my old comrades an’ never ag’in dare to look them in the face ?” “ Of course. In accepting my offer you sunder all old ties. Reflect well before you decide. If you refuse, the Indians claim you and I shall give you up. Barbed Arrow told me ” . Conmmicoooks.acorn