CHAPTER VI.
ADVENTURES ON THE WAY.
The paths which wound 'mid gorgeous trees, The streams whose bright lips kissed the flowers, The winds that swelled their harmonies, Through these sun-hiding bowers, The temple vast, the green arcade, The nestling vale, the grassy glade, Dark cave and swampy lair; These scenes and sounds majestic, made His world, his pleasures, there .-- A.

B.STREET.
"You have saved our lives," exclaimed Lieutenant Canfield, as the dusky form of the Huron appeared beside him.
"Ain't hurt, eh?
den we go," said he, not noticing the remark.
"No, neither of us is hurt." "I beliebes a bullet struck me aside de head," said Cato, removing his cap, and scratching his black poll.
"A bullet struck you ?" repeated the Lieutenant, in astonishment.
"Where did it hit you ?" "When dat gun went off, sunkin' struck me slap right above my ear, and I fought I felt it flatten dar." "Fudge! you are not hurt.

But I say, Oonomoo," resumed the soldier, with a more determined air, "you have saved me, and I want to grasp your hand for it." [Illustration: "You have saved me, and I want to grasp your hand for it."] The Huron extended his hand, but it hung limp in that of the ardent young man.

It was easy to see that the iterated thanks were distasteful to him.

He said nothing until the jubilant Cato also made a spring at it as soon as it was released.
"Nebber mind--nottin'-- Oonomoo do nottin'." "Hebens, golly! yes, you did.