CHAPTER X.
CONCLUSION.
I leave the Huron shore For emptier groves below! Ye charming solitudes, Ye tall ascending woods, Ye glassy lakes and prattling streams.
Whose aspect still was sweet, Whether the sun did greet, Or the pale moon embrace you with her beams-- Adieu to all! Adieu, the mountain's lofty swell, Adieu, thou little verdant hill, And seas, and stars, and skies, farewell!--P.

FRENAU.
Away started Niniotan like a fawn, his father following at a rate that kept both within a few feet of each other.

The densest portions of the wood seemed to offer them no impediments, as they glided like rabbits through them.

The boy trailed a rifle in his right hand with as much ease and grace as a full-grown warrior, and the speed which he kept up, mile after mile, seemed to have as little effect upon him as upon the indurated frame of his father.

The step of neither lagged, and their respiration was hardly quickened.