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THE PHANTOM CHIEF. Proaching triangular, “It was covered with a rich coating of herbage, the bright green of which was put in relief by the darker waters which it divided. The trees upon it Were festooned with vines, whose half-spread leaves par- tially concealed their clinging branches. On the other side of the Oliio, hills, covered with a great variety of _ forest trees, sloped up from the bottom, and from a fos _ Mantic dale issued a stream corresponding with that which _ bounded the plateau of Wheeling, to distinguish it from | Which, as well as because of its being upon the Indian ‘Side, it was called ‘‘Indian Wheeling,” or simply ‘‘ Indian . Creek.” Behind the hut, where the elevation assumed a holder character, and southward, where the waters of Wheeling Creek came playing down through a woody dell, the scenery offered some variety, bu: in harmony with the rest of the landscape. Tlie fresh mori.ing breeze -had - somewhat revived Marie; her excitement was weakened ‘by the change wrought in the current of her ideas, and _ she was fast yielding herself to the influence of the scene, When a manly voice near her inquired : “Have you seen Colonel Victor, this morning, Mi-s Duval) ¢” Marie started at the sudden inquiry, and turning half round, suw the surveyor, who suid, quickly: “The C:lonel was afraid that the noise outside alarmed you jast night, and as he was obliged to go down to the ‘boat, he requested me, in case you came out before his re- turn, to explain the matter to you. The fact is, a stroll- Ang Indian crossed the river yesterday with a few skins, ‘and as usual took strong water as pay. He managed to slecp himself sober by the time the men had drank enough ‘to be ready for any mischief. The Indian did not like their sport, and a quarrel was started, which ended in the deathwef the Indian. This kind of work is probably new and the Colonel thought you might attach*Tmore ‘mportance to it than it really deserves.” “Tthank you, Mr. Fenton, but if the friends of the murdered Indian hear of the manner of his death, will they wot take revenge on the first white people who fall iv their e COMMEXOO Saco)