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84 THE LOST. CACHE. wilderness that he asked for, if there was no danger of being molested by Indians.” The young gentlemen were disturbed in their pleasant fan- cies, and recalled to the realities of life, by the arrival of their guides with the train. ~ “Wa-al, Mr. Chenault, what do you think of this spring ?” asked Farrar, ‘“‘T knew it was here, and I knew I could bring ye to it, as straight as the lay of the land would let us go. Ef ye want to lay out a town, or a farm, thar’ ain’t no purtier piece of land lyin’ out of doors, but I reckon it would be a long time afore ye could git any white folks to come out here and settle,” “Tt is glorious,” replied Harry. ‘I never saw any thing like it. You need have no fear that we will deface this beau- tiful spot with a town, or even with a farm. I wish I could own it a hundred years hence. As sure as I live, the brook is full of trout. .Did you see that big fellow jump, Ben ?” “ Ya-as, thar’s plenty of fish, Mr. Chenault, an’ we ken, live on ’em, fur a change, ef ye allow to stay here a while. Speak- in’ of stayin’ reminds me that we had better strike camp.” “Yes, Ben, in that shady valley, by the side of the brook.” “ Not aotin sir; this is a tol’abul skeary bit of country, I take it, an’ ef we were down thar’ the red imps would hey’ too good a chance to sneak tf) on us, ef they should happen around this way. We had better camp in the bunch of tim- ber on the knoll yonder, so that we ken hey’ a clear yiew and a fair fight, ef it must come to that.” “ Very well; let us hurry up and strike camp, for I amas hungry as.a Digcer Indian in December.” The wagons were taken to the knoll that Farrar had pointed» out, and a camp was soon prepared and partially fortified. The horses were turned out to graze, until night shoud fairly set in, and the next thing in order was supper, for which all were clamorous. , While the camp was being prepared, Myers, who was quite an expert angler, had hastily arranged his fishing-tackle, and soon drew out on the grass a number of fine, glossy, speckled trout, which, cooked in hunters’ style, formed a welcome ad- dition to their repast. After supper came the usual pipes and. . 7 comicboolks.com