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‘30 THE PHANTOM CHIEF. stepped forward to pass out into the open air, fn order that the scenery through wkich they were moving might © prevent the recurrence of images too depressing to be ha- — zarded in the seclusion of her little sleeping-room. Bat no sooner had she reached the outer door, than her eyes became fixed upon an object which set at naught her best YFesolution. | In a half reclining posture. between two bales, was a figure, which, as far as mere apparel went, might have passed muster for a civilized man as well as half of the boat’s company; but the dark complexion, the glow- ‘ing eye, the tuft of hair on the top of the head, told Plainly enough the aboriginal charactcr of the possessor. Trifling as the meeting with an Indian in such cireum- ‘stances might seem, the nerves of the agitated girl had re- ceived too great a shock for her to sustain easily even this, and it was fortunate that the surveyor was sufficiently ‘mear to observe the sudden change in her color, and her irresolute manner. Suspecting the cause, he promptly stepped to her side, interposing himself between her and ‘the unwelcome passenger, and said kindly : * “Will you acerpt of my arm, Miss Duval? You ap- : pear to have suffered from the disturbance of your rest, last night. We are approaching a beau iful part of the river, and you will doubtless find your strength an! spir- its improved by the air and prospects here.” Gratefully accepting the timely pr:ffer, Marie walked round to the side of the cabin, and then hurriedly whispered, ‘**Why, Mr. Fenton, was he permitted to come on board ? ‘Did my uncle know of it?” **Oh, yes; thisis one of the Moravian converts. . He ‘came aficr usin a canoe, and early this morning asked leave of Colonel Victor and the captain to go down to the “Shawano town, for which le has sowe message from tle mission above. He has been up to Beaver, and as he ‘seemed a friendly feliow, no great objection was made to -it. They often go up and down in this way.” “Yet his Christianiziug has made very little, if any. ‘change im the expression of bis face. It was the ferce wee ee es cComichooksscom)