CHAPTER XX.

New plans

--

Our travellers join the fur-traders, and see many
strange things

--

A curious fight

--

A narrow escape, and
a prisoner taken

.

Not long after the events related in the last chapter,

our four friends--Dick, and Joe, and Henri,

and Crusoe--agreed to become for a time members of

Walter Cameron's band of trappers. Joe joined because

one of the objects which the traders had in view was

similar to his own mission--namely, the promoting of

peace among the various Indian tribes of the mountains

and plains to the west. Joe, therefore, thought it a

good opportunity of travelling with a band of men who

could secure him a favourable hearing from the Indian

tribes they might chance to meet with in the course of

their wanderings. Besides, as the traders carried about

a large supply of goods with them, he could easily replenish

his own nearly exhausted pack by hunting wild

animals and exchanging their skins for such articles as

he might require.

Dick joined because it afforded him an opportunity of

seeing the wild, majestic scenery of the Rocky Mountains,

and shooting the big-horned sheep which abounded

there, and the grizzly "bars," as Joe named them, or

"Caleb," as they were more frequently styled by Henri

and the other men.

Henri joined because it was agreeable to the inclination

of his own rollicking, blundering, floundering, crashing

disposition, and because he would have joined anything

that had been joined by the other two.

Crusoe's reason for joining was single, simple, easy to

be expressed, easy to be understood, and commendable.

He

joined--because Dick did.

The very day after the party left the encampment

where Dick had shot the grizzly bear and the deer, he

had the satisfaction of bringing down a splendid specimen

of the big-horned sheep. It came suddenly out

from a gorge of the mountain, and stood upon the giddy

edge of a tremendous precipice, at a distance of about

two hundred and fifty yards.

"

You

could not hit that," said a trapper to Henri,

who was rather fond of jeering him about his shortsightedness.

"Non!" cried Henri, who didn't see the animal in the

least; "say you dat? ve shall see;" and he let fly with a

promptitude that amazed his comrades, and with a result

that drew from them peals of laughter.

"Why, you have missed the mountain!"

"Oh, non! dat am eempossoble."

It was true, nevertheless, for his ball had been arrested

in its flight by the stem of a tree not twenty yards before

him.

While the shot was yet ringing, and before the laugh

above referred to had pealed forth, Dick Varley fired,

and the animal, springing wildly into the air, fell down

the precipice, and was almost dashed to pieces at their

feet.

This Rocky Mountain or big-horned sheep was a particularly

large and fine one, but being a patriarch of the

flock was not well suited for food. It was considerably

larger in size than the domestic sheep, and might be

described as somewhat resembling a deer in the body

and a ram in the head. Its horns were the chief point

of interest to Dick; and, truly, they were astounding!

Their enormous size was out of all proportion to the

animal's body, and they curved backwards and downwards,

and then curled up again in a sharp point. These

creatures frequent the inaccessible heights of the Rocky

Mountains, and are difficult to approach. They have a

great fondness for salt, and pay regular visits to the

numerous caverns of these mountains, which are encrusted

with a saline substance.

Walter Cameron now changed his intention of proceeding

to the eastward, as he found the country not so

full of beaver at that particular spot as he had anticipated.

He therefore turned towards the west, penetrated

into the interior of the mountains, and took a

considerable sweep through the lovely valleys on their

western slopes.

The expedition which this enterprising fur-trader was

conducting was one of the first that ever penetrated

these wild regions in search of furs. The ground over

which they travelled was quite new to them, and having

no guide they just moved about at haphazard, encamping

on the margin of every stream or river on which

signs of the presence of beaver were discovered, and

setting their traps.

Beaver skins at this time were worth 25s. a-piece in

the markets of civilized lands, and in the Snake country,

through which our friends were travelling, thousands of

them were to be had from the Indians for trinkets and

baubles that were scarce worth a farthing. A beaver

skin could be procured from the Indians for a brass

finger-ring or a penny looking-glass. Horses were also

so numerous that one could be procured for an axe or a

knife.

Let not the reader, however, hastily conclude that the

traders cheated the Indians in this traffic, though the

profits were so enormous. The ring or the axe was indeed

a trifle to the trader, but the beaver skin and the

horse were equally trifles to the savage, who could procure

as many of them as he chose with very little

trouble, while the ring and the axe were in his estimation

of priceless value. Besides, be it remembered, to

carry that ring and that axe to the far-distant haunts of

the Red-man cost the trader weeks and months of constant

toil, trouble, anxiety, and, alas! too frequently cost

him his life! The state of trade is considerably modified

in these regions at the present day. It is not more

justly

conducted, for, in respect of the value of goods

given for furs, it was justly conducted

then

, but time

and circumstances have tended more to equalize the relative

values of articles of trade.

The snow which had prematurely fallen had passed

away, and the trappers now found themselves wandering

about in a country so beautiful and a season so delightful,

that it would have seemed to them a perfect paradise,

but for the savage tribes who hovered about them,

and kept them ever on the

qui vive

.

They soon passed from the immediate embrace of stupendous

heights and dark gorges to a land of sloping

ridges, which divided the country into a hundred luxuriant

vales, composed part of woodland and part of prairie.

Through these, numerous rivers and streams flowed deviously,

beautifying the landscape and enriching the

land. There were also many lakes of all sizes, and

these swarmed with fish, while in some of them were

found the much-sought-after and highly-esteemed beaver.

Salt springs and hot springs of various temperatures

abounded here, and many of the latter were so hot that

meat could be boiled in them. Salt existed in all directions

in abundance and of good quality. A sulphurous

spring was also discovered, bubbling out from the base

of a perpendicular rock three hundred feet high, the

waters of which were dark-blue and tasted like gunpowder.

In short, the land presented every variety of

feature calculated to charm the imagination and delight

the eye.

It was a mysterious land, too; for broad rivers burst in

many places from the earth, flowed on for a short space,

and then disappeared as if by magic into the earth from

which they rose. Natural bridges spanned the torrents

in many places, and some of these were so correctly

formed that it was difficult to believe they had not been

built by the hand of man. They often appeared opportunely

to our trappers, and saved them the trouble and

danger of fording rivers. Frequently the whole band

would stop in silent wonder and awe as they listened to

the rushing of waters under their feet, as if another

world of streams, and rapids, and cataracts were flowing

below the crust of earth on which they stood. Some

considerable streams were likewise observed to gush

from the faces of precipices, some twenty or thirty feet

from their summits, while on the top no water was to

be seen.

Wild berries of all kinds were found in abundance,

and wild vegetables, besides many nutritious roots.

Among other fish, splendid salmon were found in the

lakes and rivers, and animal life swarmed on hill and

in dale. Woods and valleys, plains and ravines, teemed

with it. On every plain the red-deer grazed in herds

by the banks of lake and stream. Wherever there were

clusters of poplar and elder trees and saplings, the beaver

was seen nibbling industriously with his sharp teeth,

and committing as much havoc in the forest as if he

had been armed with the woodman's axe; others sported

in the eddies. Racoons sat in the tree-tops; the marten,

the black fox, and the wolf prowled in the woods in

quest of prey; mountain sheep and goats browsed on

the rocky ridges; and badgers peeped from their holes.

Here, too, the wild horse sprang snorting and dishevelled

from his mountain retreats--with flourishing

mane and tail, spanking step, and questioning

gaze--and thundered away over the plains and valleys, while

the rocks echoed back his shrill neigh. The huge,

heavy, ungainly elk, or moose-deer,

trotted

away from

the travellers with speed equal to that of the mustang:

elks seldom gallop; their best speed is attained at the

trot. Bears, too, black, and brown, and grizzly, roamed

about everywhere.

So numerous were all these creatures that on one

occasion the hunters of the party brought in six wild

horses, three bears, four elks, and thirty red-deer; having

shot them all a short distance ahead of the main body,

and almost without diverging from the line of march.

And this was a matter of everyday occurrence--as it

had need to be, considering the number of mouths that

had to be filled.

The feathered tribes were not less numerous. Chief

among these were eagles and vultures of uncommon size,

the wild goose, wild duck, and the majestic swan.

In the midst of such profusion the trappers spent a

happy time of it, when not molested by the savages, but

they frequently lost a horse or two in consequence of

the expertness of these thievish fellows. They often

wandered, however, for days at a time without seeing

an Indian, and at such times they enjoyed to the full

the luxuries with which a bountiful God had blessed

these romantic regions.

Dick Varley was almost wild with delight. It was

his first excursion into the remote wilderness; he was

young, healthy, strong, and romantic; and it is a question

whether his or his dog's heart, or that of the noble

wild horse he bestrode, bounded most with joy at the

glorious sights and sounds and influences by which they

were surrounded. It would have been perfection, had it

not been for the frequent annoyance and alarms caused

by the Indians.

Alas! alas! that we who write and read about those

wondrous scenes should have to condemn our own species

as the most degraded of all the works of the Creator

there! Yet so it is. Man, exercising his reason and

conscience in the path of love and duty which his Creator

points out, is God's noblest work; but man, left to the

freedom of his own fallen will, sinks morally lower than

the beasts that perish. Well may every Christian wish

and pray that the name and the gospel of the blessed

Jesus may be sent speedily to the dark places of the

earth; for you may read of, and talk about, but you

cannot conceive

the fiendish wickedness and cruelty which

causes tearless eyes to glare, and maddened hearts to

burst, in the lands of the heathen.

While we are on this subject, let us add (and our young

readers will come to know it if they are spared to see

many years) that

civilization

alone will never improve

the heart. Let history speak, and it will tell you that

deeds of darkest hue have been perpetrated in so-called

civilized though pagan lands. Civilization is like the

polish that beautifies inferior furniture, which water will

wash off if it be but

hot enough

. Christianity resembles

dye, which permeates every fibre of the fabric, and which

nothing can eradicate.

The success of the trappers in procuring beaver here

was great. In all sorts of creeks and rivers they were

found. One day they came to one of the curious rivers

before mentioned, which burst suddenly out of a plain,

flowed on for several miles, and then disappeared into the

earth as suddenly as it had risen. Even in this strange

place beaver were seen, so the traps were set, and a

hundred and fifty were caught at the first lift.

The manner in which the party proceeded was as

follows:--They marched in a mass in groups or in a long

line, according to the nature of the ground over which

they travelled. The hunters of the party went forward

a mile or two in advance, and scattered through the

woods. After them came the advance-guard, being the

bravest and most stalwart of the men mounted on their

best steeds, and with rifle in hand; immediately behind

followed the women and children, also mounted, and

the pack-horses with the goods and camp equipage.

Another band of trappers formed the rear-guard to this

imposing cavalcade. There was no strict regimental

order kept, but the people soon came to adopt the

arrangements that were most convenient for all parties,

and at length fell naturally into their places in the line

of march.

Joe Blunt usually was the foremost and always the

most successful of the hunters. He was therefore seldom

seen on the march except at the hour of starting, and at

night when he came back leading his horse, which always

groaned under its heavy load of meat. Henri, being a

hearty, jovial soul and fond of society, usually kept with

the main body. As for Dick, he was everywhere at

once, at least as much so as it is possible for human

nature to be! His horse never wearied; it seemed to

delight in going at full speed; no other horse in the

troop could come near Charlie, and Dick indulged him

by appearing now at the front, now at the rear, anon in

the centre, and frequently

nowhere

!--having gone off

with Crusoe like a flash of lightning after a buffalo or a

deer. Dick soon proved himself to be the best hunter

of the party, and it was not long before he fulfilled his

promise to Crusoe and decorated his neck with a collar

of grizzly bear claws.

Well, when the trappers came to a river where there

were signs of beaver they called a halt, and proceeded

to select a safe and convenient spot, near wood and

water, for the camp. Here the property of the band

was securely piled in such a manner as to form a breastwork

or slight fortification, and here Walter Cameron

established headquarters. This was always the post

of danger, being exposed to sudden attack by prowling

savages, who often dogged the footsteps of the party in

their journeyings to see what they could steal. But

Cameron was an old hand, and they found it difficult to

escape his vigilant eye.

From this point all the trappers were sent forth in

small parties every morning in various directions, some

on foot and some on horseback, according to the distances

they had to go; but they never went farther

than twenty miles, as they had to return to camp every

evening.

Each trapper had ten steel traps allowed him. These

he set every night, and visited every morning, sometimes

oftener when practicable, selecting a spot in the stream

where many trees had been cut down by beavers for the

purpose of damming up the water. In some places as

many as fifty tree stumps were seen in one spot, within

the compass of half an acre, all cut through at about

eighteen inches from the root. We may remark, in

passing, that the beaver is very much like a gigantic

water-rat, with this marked difference, that its tail is

very broad and flat like a paddle. The said tail is a

greatly-esteemed article of food, as, indeed, is the whole

body at certain seasons of the year. The beaver's fore

legs are very small and short, and it uses its paws as

hands to convey food to its mouth, sitting the while in

an erect position on its hind legs and tail. Its fur is

a dense coat of a grayish-coloured down, concealed by

long coarse hair, which lies smooth, and is of a bright

chestnut colour. Its teeth and jaws are of enormous

power; with them it can cut through the branch of a

tree as thick as a walking-stick at one snap, and, as we

have said, it gnaws through thick trees themselves.

As soon as a tree falls, the beavers set to work industriously

to lop off the branches, which, as well as the

smaller trunks, they cut into lengths, according to their

weight and thickness. These are then dragged by

main force to the water-side, launched, and floated to

their destination. Beavers build their houses, or

"lodges," under the banks of rivers and lakes, and always

select those of such depth of water that there is

no danger of their being frozen to the bottom. When

such cannot be found, and they are compelled to build

in small rivulets of insufficient depth, these clever little

creatures dam up the waters until they are deep enough.

The banks thrown up by them across rivulets for this

purpose are of great strength, and would do credit to

human engineers. Their lodges are built of sticks,

mud, and stones, which form a compact mass; this

freezes solid in winter, and defies the assaults of that

housebreaker, the wolverine, an animal which is the

beaver's implacable foe. From this lodge, which is

capable often of holding four old and six or eight young

ones, a communication is maintained with the water

below the ice, so that, should the wolverine succeed in breaking up

the

lodge, he finds the family "not at

home," they having made good their retreat by the

back-door. When man acts the part of housebreaker,

however, he cunningly shuts the back-door

first

, by

driving stakes through the ice, and thus stopping the

passage. Then he enters, and, we almost regret to say,

finds the family at home. We regret it, because the

beaver is a gentle, peaceable, affectionate, hairy little

creature, towards which one feels an irresistible tenderness.

But to return from this long digression.

Our trappers, having selected their several localities,

set their traps in the water, so that when the beavers

roamed about at night they put their feet into them,

and were caught and drowned; for although they can

swim and dive admirably, they cannot live altogether

under water.

Thus the different parties proceeded; and in the

mornings the camp was a busy scene indeed, for then

the whole were engaged in skinning the animals. The

skins were always stretched, dried, folded up with the

hair in the inside, and laid by; and the flesh was used

for food.

But oftentimes the trappers had to go forth with the

gun in one hand and their traps in the other, while

they kept a sharp look-out on the bushes to guard

against surprise. Despite their utmost efforts, a horse

was occasionally stolen before their very eyes, and

sometimes even an unfortunate trapper was murdered,

and all his traps carried off.

An event of this kind occurred soon after the party

had gained the western slopes of the mountains. Three

Iroquois Indians, who belonged to the band of trappers,

were sent to a stream about ten miles off. Having

reached their destination, they all entered the water to

set their traps, foolishly neglecting the usual precaution

of one remaining on the bank to protect the others.

They had scarcely commenced operations when three

arrows were discharged into their backs, and a party of

Snake Indians rushed upon and slew them, carrying

away their traps and horses and scalps. This was not

known for several days, when, becoming anxious about

their prolonged absence, Cameron sent out a party,

which found their mangled bodies affording a loathsome

banquet to the wolves and vultures.

After this sad event, the trappers were more careful

to go in larger parties, and keep watch.

As long as beaver were taken in abundance, the

camp remained stationary; but whenever the beaver

began to grow scarce, the camp was raised, and the

party moved on to another valley.

One day Dick Varley came galloping into camp with

the news that there were several bears in a valley not

far distant, which he was anxious not to disturb until a

number of the trappers were collected together to go

out and surround them.

On receiving the information, Walter Cameron shook

his head.

"We have other things to do, young man," said he,

"than go a-hunting after bears. I'm just about making

up my mind to send off a party to search out the valley

on the other side of the Blue Mountains yonder, and

bring back word if there are beaver there; for if not, I

mean to strike away direct south. Now, if you've a

mind to go with them, you're welcome. I'll warrant you'll

find enough in the way of bear-hunting to satisfy you;

perhaps a little Indian hunting to boot, for if the Banattees

get hold of your horses, you'll have a long hunt

before you find them again. Will you go?"

"Ay, right gladly," replied Dick. "When do we

start?"

"This afternoon."

Dick went off at once to his own part of the camp to

replenish his powder-horn and bullet-pouch, and wipe

out his rifle.

That evening the party, under command of a Canadian

named Pierre, set out for the Blue Hills. They

numbered twenty men, and expected to be absent three

days, for they merely went to reconnoitre, not to trap.

Neither Joe nor Henri was of this party, both having

been out hunting when it was organized; but Crusoe

and Charlie were, of course.

Pierre, although a brave and trusty man, was of a

sour, angry disposition, and not a favourite with Dick;

but the latter resolved to enjoy himself, and disregard

his sulky comrade. Being so well mounted, he not unfrequently

shot far ahead of his companions, despite

their warnings that he ran great risk by so doing. On

one of these occasions he and Crusoe witnessed a very

singular fight, which is worthy of record.

Dick had felt a little wilder in spirit that morning

than usual, and on coming to a pretty open plain he

gave the rein to Charlie, and with an "

Adieu, mes camarade

,"

he was out of sight in a few minutes. He rode

on several miles in advance without checking speed, and

then came to a wood where rapid motion was inconvenient;

so he pulled up, and, dismounting, tied Charlie

to a tree, while he sauntered on a short way on foot.

On coming to the edge of a small plain he observed

two large birds engaged in mortal conflict. Crusoe observed

them too, and would soon have put an end to the

fight had Dick not checked him. Creeping as close to

the belligerents as possible, he found that one was a

wild turkey-cock, the other a white-headed eagle. These

two stood with their heads down and all their feathers

bristling for a moment; then they dashed at each other,

and struck fiercely with their spurs, as our domestic

cocks do, but neither fell, and the fight was continued

for about five minutes without apparent advantage on

either side.

Dick now observed that, from the uncertainty of its

motions, the turkey-cock was blind, a discovery which

caused a throb of compunction to enter his breast for

standing and looking on, so he ran forward. The eagle

saw him instantly, and tried to fly away, but was unable

from exhaustion.

"At him, Crusoe," cried Dick, whose sympathies all

lay with the other bird.

Crusoe went forward at a bound, and was met by a

peck between the eyes that would have turned most

dogs; but Crusoe only winked, and the next moment

the eagle's career was ended.

Dick found that the turkey-cock was quite blind, the

eagle having thrust out both its eyes, so, in mercy, he

put an end to its sufferings.

The fight had evidently been a long and severe one,

for the grass all round the spot, for about twenty yards,

was beaten to the ground, and covered with the blood

and feathers of the fierce combatants.

Meditating on the fight which he had just witnessed,

Dick returned towards the spot where he had left

Charlie, when he suddenly missed Crusoe from his side.

"Hallo, Crusoe! here, pup! where are you?" he

cried.

The only answer to this was a sharp whizzing sound,

and an arrow, passing close to his ear, quivered in a

tree beyond. Almost at the same moment Crusoe's

angry roar was followed by a shriek from some one in

fear or agony. Cocking his rifle, the young hunter

sprang through the bushes towards his horse, and was

just in time to save a Banattee Indian from being

strangled by the dog. It had evidently scented out

this fellow, and pinned him just as he was in the act of

springing on the back of Charlie, for the halter was cut,

and the savage lay on the ground close beside him.

Dick called off the dog, and motioned to the Indian

to rise, which he did so nimbly that it was quite evident

he had sustained no injury beyond the laceration

of his neck by Crusoe's teeth, and the surprise.

He was a tall strong Indian for the tribe to which

he belonged, so Dick proceeded to secure him at once.

Pointing to his rifle and to the Indian's breast, to show

what he might expect if he attempted to escape, Dick

ordered Crusoe to keep him steady in that position.

The dog planted himself in front of the savage, who

began to tremble for his scalp, and gazed up in his face

with a look which, to say the least of it, was the reverse

of amiable, while Dick went towards his horse for the

purpose of procuring a piece of cord to tie him with.

The Indian naturally turned his head to see what was

going to be done, but a peculiar

gurgle

in Crusoe's throat

made him turn it round again very smartly, and he did

not venture thereafter to move a muscle.

In a few seconds Dick returned with a piece of

leather and tied his hands behind his back. While this

was being done the Indian glanced several times at his

bow, which lay a few feet away, where it had fallen

when the dog caught him; but Crusoe seemed to understand

him, for he favoured him with such an additional

display of teeth, and such a low--apparently distant,

almost, we might say, subterranean--

rumble

, that he

resigned himself to his fate.

His hands secured, a long line was attached to his

neck with a running noose, so that if he ventured to

run away the attempt would effect its own cure by producing

strangulation. The other end of this line was

given to Crusoe, who at the word of command marched

him off, while Dick mounted Charlie and brought up

the rear.

Great was the laughter and merriment when this

apparition met the eyes of the trappers; but when they

heard that he had attempted to shoot Dick their ire was

raised, and a court-martial was held on the spot.

"Hang the reptile!" cried one.

"Burn him!" shouted another.

"No, no," said a third; "don't imitate them villains:

don't be cruel. Let's shoot him."

"Shoot 'im," cried Pierre. "Oui, dat is de ting; it

too goot pour lui, mais it shall be dooed."

"Don't ye think, lads, it would be better to let the

poor wretch off?" said Dick Varley; "he'd p'r'aps give

a good account o' us to his people."

There was a universal shout of contempt at this mild

proposal. Unfortunately, few of the men sent on this

exploring expedition were imbued with the peace-making

spirit of their chief, and most of them seemed glad to

have a chance of venting their hatred of the poor Indians

on this unhappy wretch, who, although calm, looked

sharply from one speaker to another, to gather hope, if

possible, from the tones of their voices.

Dick was resolved, at the risk of a quarrel with Pierre,

to save the poor man's life, and had made up his mind

to insist on having him conducted to the camp to be

tried by Cameron, when one of the men suggested that

they should take the savage to the top of a hill about

three miles farther on, and there hang him up on a tree

as a warning to all his tribe.

"Agreed, agreed!" cried the men; "come on."

Dick, too, seemed to agree to this proposal, and hastily

ordered Crusoe to run on ahead with the savage; an

order which the dog obeyed so vigorously that, before

the men had done laughing at him, he was a couple of

hundred yards ahead of them.

"Take care that he don't get off!" cried Dick, springing

on Charlie and stretching out at a gallop.

In a moment he was beside the Indian. Scraping together

the little of the Indian language he knew, he stooped

down, and, cutting the thongs that bound him, said,--

"Go! white men love the Indians."

The man cast on his deliverer one glance of surprise,

and the next moment bounded aside into the bushes and

was gone.

A loud shout from the party behind showed that this

act had been observed; and Crusoe stood with the end

of the line in his mouth, and an expression on his face

that said, "You're absolutely incomprehensible, Dick!

It's all right, I

know

, but to my feeble capacity it

seems

wrong."

"Fat for you do dat?" shouted Pierre in a rage, as

he came up with a menacing look.

Dick confronted him. "The prisoner was mine. I

had a right to do with him as it liked me."

"True, true," cried several of the men who had begun

to repent of their resolution, and were glad the savage

was off. "The lad's right. Get along, Pierre."

"You had no right, you vas wrong. Oui, et I have

goot vill to give you one knock on de nose."

Dick looked Pierre in the face, as he said this, in a

manner that cowed him.

"It is time," he said quietly, pointing to the sun, "to

go on. Your bourgeois expects that time won't be

wasted."

Pierre muttered something in an angry tone, and

wheeling round his horse, dashed forward at full gallop,

followed by the rest of the men.

The trappers encamped that night on the edge of a

wide grassy plain, which offered such tempting food for

the horses that Pierre resolved to forego his usual

cautious plan of picketing them close to the camp, and

set them loose on the plain, merely hobbling them to

prevent their straying far.

Dick remonstrated, but in vain. An insolent answer

was all he got for his pains. He determined, however,

to keep Charlie close beside him all night, and also made

up his mind to keep a sharp look-out on the other

horses.

At supper he again remonstrated.

"No 'fraid," said Pierre, whose pipe was beginning to

improve his temper. "The red reptiles no dare to come

in open plain when de moon so clear."

"Dun know that," said a taciturn trapper, who seldom

ventured a remark of any kind; "them varmints 'ud

steal the two eyes out o' you' head when they set their

hearts on't."

"Dat ar' umposs'ble, for dey have no hearts," said a

half-breed; "dey have von hole vere de heart vas

be."

This was received with a shout of laughter, in the

midst of which an appalling yell was heard, and, as if

by magic, four Indians were seen on the backs of four

of the best horses, yelling like fiends, and driving all the

other horses furiously before them over the plain!

How they got there was a complete mystery, but the

men did not wait to consider that point. Catching up

their guns they sprang after them with the fury of madmen,

and were quickly scattered far and wide. Dick

ordered Crusoe to follow and help the men, and turned

to spring on the back of Charlie; but at that moment

he observed an Indian's head and shoulders rise above

the grass, not fifty yards in advance from him, so without

hesitation he darted forward, intending to pounce

upon him.

Well would it have been for Dick Varley had he at

that time possessed a little more experience of the wiles

and stratagems of the Banattees. The Snake nation is

subdivided into several tribes, of which those inhabiting

the Rocky Mountains, called the Banattees, are the most

perfidious. Indeed, they are confessedly the banditti of

the hills, and respect neither friend nor foe, but rob all

who come in their way.

Dick reached the spot where the Indian had disappeared

in less than a minute, but no savage was to be

seen. Thinking he had crept ahead, he ran on a few

yards farther, and darted about hither and thither,

while his eye glanced from side to side. Suddenly a

shout in the camp attracted his attention, and looking

back he beheld the savage on Charlie's back turning to

fly. Next moment he was off and away far beyond the

hope of recovery. Dick had left his rifle in the camp,

otherwise the savage would have gone but a short way.

As it was, Dick returned, and sitting down on a mound

of grass, stared straight before him with a feeling akin

to despair. Even Crusoe could not have helped him

had he been there, for nothing on four legs, or on two,

could keep pace with Charlie.

The Banattee achieved this feat by adopting a stratagem

which invariably deceives those who are ignorant

of their habits and tactics. When suddenly pursued the

Banattee sinks into the grass, and, serpent-like, creeps

along with wonderful rapidity, not

from

but

towards

his enemy, taking care, however, to avoid him, so that

when the pursuer reaches the spot where the pursued is

supposed to be hiding, he hears him shout a yell of

defiance far away in the rear.

It was thus that the Banattee eluded Dick and gained

the camp almost as soon as the other reached the spot

where he had disappeared.

One by one the trappers came back weary, raging,

and despairing. In a short time they all assembled,

and soon began to reproach each other. Ere long one

or two had a fight, which resulted in several bloody

noses and black eyes, thus adding to the misery which,

one would think, had been bad enough without such

additions. At last they finished their suppers and their

pipes, and then lay down to sleep under the trees till

morning, when they arose in a particularly silent and

sulky mood, rolled up their blankets, strapped their

things on their shoulders, and began to trudge slowly

back to the camp on foot.