As you think the object no man, you shall see his whole formation, and then let an ignorant old trapper, who never willingly pass'd a day within reach of a spelling-book in his life, know by what name to call it.

Mind, I mean no violence; but just to start the devil from his ambushment." The trapper very deliberately examined the priming of his rifle, taking care to make as great a parade as possible of his hostile intentions, in going through the necessary evolutions with the weapon.

When he thought the stranger began to apprehend some danger, he very deliberately presented the piece, and called aloud-- "Now, friend, I am all for peace, or all for war, as you may say.

No! well it is no man, as the wiser one, here, says, and there can be no harm in just firing into a bunch of leaves." The muzzle of the rifle fell as he concluded, and the weapon was gradually settling into a steady, and what would easily have proved a fatal aim, when a tall Indian sprang from beneath that bed of leaves and brush, which he had collected about his person at the approach of the party, and stood upright, uttering the exclamation-- "Wagh!".