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2 CHRISTIAN ‘JIM AGAIN, ace 1% oss ays ” The horsemen turned their animals? heads, | and com- tees | “menced moving. away, as if. they had concluded to pass on. byt a re Ge 8 " IAS UR AN t.. "There was scarcely time for such a disposition to manifest — itself, when. a loud holloa caught their attention, and, look- ing back, they. saw an Indian, standing erect and waving his 4 blanket toward them. T he young men. smiled significantly 24 at each other. ‘4 “That means defiance,” said Brainerd; “he is now seek- -4 ing to draw us on by taunts and derisions”” 6“ Let. me bring him under the glass. I should love to get 4 a good look at his countenance. I am sure I could remem- 3 ber it well enough to transfer it to paper, as soon as we have leisure.” The artist took a long, earnest look, and then suddenly dropped the instrument. “TI know that man, Will. Who do you suppose it is?” “Little Crow, or Cut Nose, or some of those chiefs.” “It is Christian Jim.” The young settler would not credit this astounding intel- ligence until he had surveyed him himself through the powerful lens. Had any doubts remained, they were re- moved by Christian Jim descending the hill on a run, and — coming toward them. - Our two friends prudently held their position, not offer- ing to: approach any closer, although. certain it was a gen- wine friend who had signaled to them. The young settler was in a fever of anxiety to question him regarding his parents and friends. -“ Where did you leave them, Jim?’ 4) “Ten, twelve miles off yonder, in woods.” “And why are you here?” “ After you,” he replied, with a singular expression of — his dark countenance; “take me on horse, quick—Injin behind you!” | Both cast.an alarmed look behind them, but saw. nothing | unusual, and they. looked enquiringly into the face of their 4 friend again... 4 “ They, are off in de. grass—dat is why I didn't come down the: hill—don’t like Farmer Indians.” s They. 1 ae polgancie from ‘the Sioux, that he and his journeyed a considerable distance over the Out any . alarming, adventure. : - They. were ex- Gomicbooks €O