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26 FOGHORN PHIL. a mile below here, there’s an island what’s been made to-day by the river cuttin’ across a little pint o’ land. It’s not sich an awful safe place, for by mornin’ the island may be washed away. But Ill bet the Injins ’l] not git to us, for all it isn’t over twenty feet from the left shore; but then thar’s a deep channel o’ water atwixt the island and land, and the current’s a rev’ler ole rip-staver ; a sea-hoss couldn’t stem it more’n I could eat a b’ar, hide and hair, tooth and nail. Wal, my ijee is to drap down to the island, tie up to her and hang tbar till our way is cl’ar. Id jist as lief spend a few days slam-bang- in’ Jnjins as not.” | “JT second the ‘motion ’,” added Colonel Aylesworth. “And I, and me, and I,” responded the balance of the crew; whereupon the great boat was once more put under its slow, tedious way. “Tvs rather singular that we have had no report from Jake Du Busk since he went ashore,” said the captain. “I am afraid he’s in trouble.” 3 “It mout be sech a thing, Oap,” replied Foghorn Phil, “but then a man o’ Jake Du Busk’s caliber ort to be able to take keer o’ his own hair, besides flip a few prides o’ Injin manhood, That thing that I see’d might ’a’ skeered the soul outen the boy.” “ What thing did you see ?” ‘ ? “A ghost, Cap, a ginewine ghost—a female phantom with a face—oh, ever so white. I see’d the critter yesterday, and 11 said somethin’ ’bout it, but didn’t want to be considered—” “I dare say it was the same that I saw a few minutes ago,’ said Aylesworth. “Perbaps there is more reality about it than we think,” said Rhymm, in a tone that, to the colonel and young Bassett, scouted the idea of its being a phantom, while to the unso- phisticated bordermen it seemed rife with superstitious appre- hension. | Roscoe Rhymm was a man of some education, and bis keen insight into human nature proved of great value to him in his present position. Foreseeing a future event that was likely to cause a diversion of opinion among his men, he was always prepared with a decision that would set aside all differences. He had entire control over his men. In fact, to Colonel . connicloooks.com a