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THE WHITE HERMIT. IF adiscng things to strike upon the bare flesh of a man. Pres v ently Austen saw the sayage start, and clap his hand angrily Ss to his head, where one of the halfripened burs had struck upon his bare crown. The augry muttering he made, and the savage look at the tree, showed that he thought the fall- ing of the burs was the work of some mischievous squirrel -. or chipmuck. x “Chut !” he said, angrily, and leaned upon his gun as be- _ fore. Presently another bur, larger than tle Jast* bumped — against his cheek, and with an angry cry he ran up to the tree, and struck upon it to drive out the mischievous occupant. _ This was precisely the end which the occupant desired, and — a dark form dropped from the tree upon the head of the as- tonished savage, knocking him senseless to the earth. Before he had time to recover he was bound and gagged, and the de signaled his companion to approach. _ “ What was your object in this?” said the young captain. Simply this yer.. The masked chief has bin about yer 3 ems than we think fur, and ef you don’t believe it, look at es a; ; .. Tying upon the beach at their feet was a large raft, capa- an at holding thirty persons. It was built of logs of pine; 4 es the logs, holding them tightly i in their places, Smaller — logs had then been split in half, and laid into the hollows of the larger logs, making the floor almost even. Take it all in it of a few hours. by nee , “He has been here a week,” said Austen, examining the ce - “So the old man thinks himself,” said Bill. “ Now then, a eats we kan’t leave this raft hyar. Ef we do, they’ make Ee fa: warm fur us before to-morrer mornin’.” — “ How shall we get it into the water ?” “Have « launch,” said Bill. “I was down to Albany when 3 Sie launched the ‘ Yager Boy,’ the darnedest craft I ever see | ae” jest as wide one way as she was the other. Look a Pir more carefully at the raft, the young captain saw 3 < it had | been built with a fixed plan, and was laid upon cateea | =) ae < OUR oOKS: com.