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THE DOG CRUSOE.
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confident courage. He therefore approached them at his utmost speed. The effect upon the band was electrical; and little wonder, for the young hunter’s appearance was very striking. His horse from having rested a good deal of late, was full of spirit. Its neck was arched, its nostrils expanded, and its mane and tail never having been checked in their growth flew wildly around him in voluminous curls. Dick’s own hair not having been clipped for many months appeared scarcely less wild, as, they thundered down the rocky pass at what appeared a break-neck gallop. Add to this the grandeur of the scene out of which they sprang, and the gigantic dog that bounded by his side, and you will not be surprised to hear that the Indian warriors clustered together, and prepared to receive this bold horseman as if he, in his own proper person, were a complete squadron of cavalry, It is probable, also, that they fully expected the tribe of which Dick was chief to be at his heels.

As he drew near the excitement among the strangers seemed very great, and, from the peculiarity of the various cries that reached him, he knew that there were women and children in the band—a fact which, in such a place and at such a season, was so unnatural that it surprised him very much. He noted also that, though the men in front were Indians, their dresses were those of trappers and hunters, and he almost leaped out of his saddle when he observed that “Pale-faces” were among them. But he had barely time to note these facts when he was up with the band. According to Indian custom, he did not check his speed till he was within four or five yards of the advance guard, who stood in a line before him, quite still, and with their rifles lying loosely in their left palms; then he reined his steed almost on its haunches.

One of the Indians advanced and spoke a few words which were quite unintelligible to Dick, who replied, in the little Pawnee he could muster, that he didn't undertand.

“Why, you must be a trapper!” exclaimed a middle-aged man, riding out from the group. “Can you speak English?”

“Ay, that can I,” cried Dick joyfully, riding up and shaking the stranger by the hand; “an’ right glad am I to fall in wi’ a white-skin an' a civil tongue in his head.”

“Good sooth, sir,” replied the stranger, with a quiet smile on his kind, weather-beaten face, “I can return you the compliment; for when I saw you come thundering