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CATHARINE MONTOUR.
The five lay deep in the swamp, reunited once more, and full of content.
The great storm in which Long Jim, with the aid of his comrades, had disappeared, was whirling off to the eastward.

The lightning was flaring its last on the distant horizon, but the rain still pattered in the great woods.
It was a small hut, but the five could squeeze in it.

They were dry, warm, and well armed, and they had no fear of the storm and the wilderness.

The four after their imprisonment and privations were recovering their weight and color.