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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIB. 89 turning to Tongah he continued : “ And now, Mr. Tongah, if you consider it a bargain, s’pose you let me loose.” “ Not yit,’ replied the half-breed ; “ mus’ promise more ; mus’ promise to dress like Ingin.” “J promise,” said Josiah, without hesitation, “ Mus’ promise pull out whiskers like Ingin.” . Oh, salva— yes,sir, I promise,” and Josiah fairly wineed at the thought of such an ordeal, of pulling out bis whiskers —the pride of his manhood. 1 “And mus’ promise to cut hair like Ingin,” continued Tonguh. “T promise,” quick and prompt. “ And paint like Ingin.” “T promise.” “And marry squaw.” _ “I—I—I,” said Josiah, hesitatingly, as his thoughts recurred to his betrothed, Miss Sarah Mariah Stump, but seeing no chance, he continued: “ I prom— ise.” “Yah! yah! yah!” roared Egypt, despite. his situation. “Tf dat don’t beat enny barging dis chile ebber hearn ov! Golly, Mister Josiah Inging, guess dis nigger ‘scape and go back to de Post and marry Missis Sarah Mari’, if you’s gwine to play false dat way.” Josiah’s bonds were cut, and he was alfowed to mingle with Nhe savages quite freely. After awhile, however, Tongah came © him, and said : ~ en oennee Fear run off ; mus’ marry 4 ’ “ All right,” responded Josiah, quite pleased with the turn of uffuirs, “ bring on your gal; the poortiest you've got ; let's ~ haye @ young princess.” * Wait, then,” eaid Tongah, turning away, with a smile of , Sa¥uge sport upon his dusky features. While he was gone, - Sosiah turned to Egypt, and said: > “ You see, Gyp, how easy you could purchase your liberty — §f you wasn’t so darned headstrong, and mebbe git to be a 38 chief. Tl bet a coon-skin, that I'ma chief or prophet _ Sefore a month ; and, besides, I'll de¢ I’m to marry that beau- Jist look; ain’t she a beauty ?” ; "a comichooks.coni