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THE WAG. 18 muck-we had no eyes? Did you think him so far away, that he can not see his young squaw, when she walks under the trees at night, and talks love with Kotselo, the handsome snake? Nip-muck-we has gone to hunt, with his young men, but he looks through the eyes of As-moo-tah, and her eyes are bright and wide open. The Fat) Bear is far away on the prairie, but he hears with the ears of As-moo-tah, and her tongue can tell what she has listened to.” = - “ What means the screech-owl ?” angrily exclaimed “the young warrior. “4 Why does she hover around us; like a foul ‘buzzard? What has her wicked eyes\seen, and what has her — hungry ears heard?) We do mritngy and say nothing,” —_ we fear to have known.” ‘“T.have seen Kotselo hold the hand of the chief? s hadind hissed the: old hag. “T have seen him bend down and whis- per soft words in her ears, and I have heard him say that they two would love each other as much -as they wished, and the Fat Bear might growl as he pleased. They will find that the Fat Bear will not be content with pene that he can use his teeth and his claws.” “ There was nothing wrong im what we did or paid ”» per- sisted Kotselo. . “ Lada is my sister; I have always: loved her as my.sister, and she has loved ‘me.as her brother, There is no reason why we should not. be brother and. sister still, You can tell Nip-muck-we what you please, but he had better beware how he. tries to use his teeth and his claws, for he knows that the eyes of Kotselo are sharp, and his arm is strong. Come, La-la, let us walk, and give no heed. to i screeching of old As-moo- tah.” “No, Kotselo,’ answered the young woman, “ Maing brother, Il must go to aap lodge. I should mai gone lous ago. ”) “Yes, get to your lodge, and dream of what your ‘nascioneil : will say and do when he returns from the hunt,” shrieked As-moo-tah, half pushing, half striking her; until she nearly fell to the ground. But the young warrior nimetael his tall form between the hag and the object of her wrath, took La-la’s*hand in his own, and walked with her to the lodge, As-moo-tah OS fa them, chattering and vociferating. Comiclooks.com