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ROSINANTE. . 75 which was very detrimental to his dignity, and greatly in- terfered with his management of the Big Medicine Arrow. Indeed, he was often fearful of losing that invaluable talisnian, and only preseryed it at the cost of ‘considerable bodily terror and discomfort. He would far rather have walked; but ‘the old warrior, who had compelled: him~to effect the ‘eure of Nip-muck-we, was ready to show his enmity on this, as on other occasions, and insisted that it was enfirely out’ of the | question for. so distinguished a physician to walk like squaws or other common people, and that he must really furnish the bearer _of the Big, » Medicine Arrow witli’a horse. He brought'a Horse, accordingly, and such a ‘horse’ !——a tall, gaunt, hard- bitted, _ Vicious, shar p- backed, angular, hard-trotting beast, fit for deither -men nor monkeys to ride. Poor Eben looked af this ‘arehi- tectural animal with a rueful countenance, for he dreaded a” ‘shipwreck i in the wilderness more than he ever had in the wildest night on-a, lee shore, But there was no help for it, and‘he ac cepted the “ favor’ "all pretty muich the same aaa in which it was offered. | In the second place; le was troubled about iriplienage. That adipose chieftain was in no condition to be moved,’ and any consulting physician would have pronounced such & course to be little short of murder-Nevertheless, the Blackfeet had unlimited confidence in the abilities of their Big Medicine, and probably thought that it was of no consequence if the Fat Béar should die a few times more, as he could be so easily returned to the world. Therefore the chief must go and, although Eben ‘caused hii to be placed in a litter and Gitried as carefully as possible, he was continually in fear lest the journey would destroy the old. fellow’s remanant of vitality, and the Black- feet would. call on the medicine-man for another experiment, “Darn my, buttons!’ he thought, “ ‘they sartinly can’t ex- pect.a feller. to bring the same man to life twice! But Tl bet my. harpoon against a tin. sixpence, that they jist would. Confound their ugly pictur’s ! if they do run afoul my hawser, I'll send. the old shooter through one on ’em, I know !” Eben was agreeably disappointed, for, in spite of his fears — and prognostications, he reached his journeys’ end in safety, together with his patient, and was relieved, at last, from the torture: of his hard-trotting steed. It is true that the commicbooks.com