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5 - . \ 4 = + | THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 89 boat, stepped back and looked over some of the freight near the cabin, and returning, said: **T see his fixin’s curled up in the holler—I s’pose he’s dreamin’ of the sculps he dried afore he hung out the M»- _ Yavian flag—some of his stock have showed a decent face now and then. I've camped down here where old Key- shooter (Kiaxshuta) treated Colonel Washington to a buf-, falo, t’other side of the big Hockin’— maybe three or four + years ago—when he was out lookin’ after land. He was with him when he was sent up to see the Frenchers above the fork, afore Braddock was licked for knowin‘ too mach, as I’ve heerd. The Colonel didn’t like the way the set- tlin’ was goin’ on along the river—so some of ’em has tol me. But there's a bend, Colonel Victor—of a dark night ‘a boat might get aground without much trouble, and here these fellows are snorin’ as if there was no such thing as hard soil to be had. You can’t persuade 'em to change hands, and keep the oars a goin’. They will give up to the current about sundown. [ve been along here when not a soul was stirrin’ but me and the man at the steerin’ Oar; and these places looked awful still, but when a man’s got in his own breast a"—stopping in the midst of his sen- ‘tence, the Ranger turned partly away, and his features were for a moment convulsed; yet, habitual command over himself, in the presence of others, enabled him to smother the feeling which had risen, and he was about to make some trivial remark, when his eye caught the pros- pect in front of the boat, and he quickly called out: “You, Watson—are you drunk or asleep? open your | eyes and sheer off, or we'll be on the island.” : A slight change for the better in the heading of the Fiat-bo:tom followed the exclamation; but in a minute afterwards, as though the steering-oar was violently and. __ repéatedly urged, the boat turned several degrees to the left, and Butler, with an oath, sprang towards the cabin ® passage. , the savgestion of her uncle, had been boarded off for her ge me accommodation, aud it was Curuished with more — ee oe Comicbooks:com| x i? » a se ff Pi. — ; , . > a °F > i .<. < = -