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56 missiles mace he has meddled with our camp. To continner, as the preacher says * “Fifthly, and wustly. It makes my blood bile just to think of it. W’en youseen that.she wouldn’t stop for blows, ‘nor curses, you choked her. Choked a woman, and the pret- tiest woman in the Mohawk kentry! Do you think, you pesky hound, that you hey’ any call to live any longer? Miss Maggie, don’t you meddle; don’t you put in. Tll4ace his jacket with a hick’ry., That’s our justice here on the ®ron- tier. When a man is too mean even for hangin’, we lace his hide with hick’ries. Stands to reason they wouldn’t grow so thick round about the banks of st streams, ef-a man couldn’t find a use for’em.” ~ “ Mr. Peters,” said Maggie, rE 4 “Don’t you mister me! My name is Eph! Ef you want =. to be mere than common polite, call me Ephraim, and Pll answer tew it. But I won’t have no misters.” Maggie laughed. “ Stands to reason, that one don’t want no such vain titles here in the forest. What. would Hendrick have said (he’s gone, poor fellow, and a brave man died that time), ef you - called him mister. Keep that for the towns.” “ Justas you please, Ephraim,” said Maggie. “ I shall never forget what you have done for me to-day as long as I have breath.” c “Enough of that,” eried Eph. “I ain’t so sure but I might be tempted to do a great deal more for ye, to hear you say that so sweetly. But I don’t do sich things for pay. *Tain’t much I done, anyway; so don’t you say no more about it.” = “ But what will you do with your prisoner “i “ Lace him, by jingo !” Mite “ Why don't you let him go? You will only,make him your enemy.” “TI don’t like this ’ere letting a feller go when you have 4 him fast. It is double labor. Ketch a’man, an’ then let him go without toll! That's double labor, I tell ye. I won't let him go.” =" y “ Not if Z ask it, Ephraim i “Don’t you ask it,” said the scout, perceptibly wavering. comliclOokks.cConmn