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A WELCOME VISITOR.
Lonely as Fred Munson felt in that dismal cavern, he preferred the solitude to the companionship of an Apache Indian, and, fearful of discovery, he crouched down to wait until he should move away.

His involuntary visitor dropped within a few feet of where he was hiding, and Fred tried to hold his breath for fear he might be detected; but the fellow quietly rose and gave expression to his sentiments.
"Begorrah, if I haven't fell through into the cellar, as me grandmither did when she danced down the whole party, and landed on the bottom, and kept up the jig without a break, keep ing time with the one-eyed fiddler above." Fred could scarcely believe the evidence of his own senses.

That was the voice of his old friend, Mickey O'Rooney, or else he was more mistaken than he had ever been in his life.

But whatever doubts might have lingered with him were removed by the words that immediately followed.
"It beats the blazes where that young spalpeen can be kaping himself.