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THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 19 Ing place toward melancholy. As he was passing the door of the cabin his arm was touched by the person in front of it, who said to him: ‘“Monsieur Butler, I should be glad to speak a word with you.” Thus addressed, Butler paused a moment, looking the Other quietly in the face, and then mildly replied + ~ | “Certainly, Colonel Victor.” Standing by one side of the boat, and a little before the © tabin, so as to be out of hearing of any one within, the venerable gentleman, whose name an:l military rank have Just been disclosed to the reader, thus opened his remarks, a strong accent alone betraying his French origin. “IT know, Mr. Butler, that although a very young man, you are prudent enough in your judgments upon all that relates to the present condition of this neighborhood; and you may be relied upon in the matter about which I wish to consult with you. My niece there’—the speaker looked hastily toward the cabin, and lowered his tone still more, as if by the aflusion reminded of the propriety of greater caution— ‘“‘mv niece there, who came up through the Carlisle, heard somehow, at Pittsburg, accounts of seve- Tal of the recent treacherics of the savages; and before we embarked she was very soprehensive lest our voyage should lead us into danger. Yue representations made to me by many of our preseaf vimpany, as to the geveral tranquility below, induced me to believe our proposed trip sufficiently safe; but now that we have started, her con- tinued uneasiness, coupled with what I saw of the gloomy looks at Loggstown and Oll-Mingo, and the hints of the Shawano traders, whom we met at the mouth of Yellow Creek, have, I confess, infected my own mind, as far as she is concerned. I believe I have not stated to you that she is the orphan daughter of a sister of mine, whose hus- baug@ fell under General Montcalm in 59. My own house- hold on the Mississippi is small; and s‘nce her mother’s death tas Teft her without relatives in this country, ex- cept myself, it was thought best that she should take up ber residence with me, Picase Gud that she may meet a i ig a! Be, ss ees I Icomichooks*com