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THE DOG CRUSOE.
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They have been driven into the mountains by a band of Injuns. God grant they may not have been scalped!”

The trader’s face looked troubled, and he spoke with one of his Indians for a few minutes in hurried tones.

“What were they like, young man?”

Dick described them.

“The same,” continued the trader. “They’ve been seen, lad, not more than two days ago, by this Indian here, when he was out hunting alone some miles away from our camp. He came upon a band who had two prisoner such as you describe. They were stout, said you?”

“Yes, both of them,” cried Dick, listening with eagerness.

“Ay. They were tied to their horses, an’ from what I know of these fellows I’m sure they're doomed. But I’ll help you, my friend, as well as I can. They can’t be far from this. I treated my Indian’s story about them as a mere fabrication, for he’s the most notorious liar in my company; but he seems to have spoken truth for once.”

“Thanks, thanks, good sir,” cried Dick. “Had we not best turn back and follow them at once?”

“Nay, friend; not quite so fast,” replied Cameron, pointing to his people. “These must be provided for first; but I shall be ready before the sun goes down. And now, as I presume you don’t bivouac in the snow, will you conduct us to your camp, if it be not far hence?”

Although burning with impatience to fly to the rescue of his friends, Dick felt constrained to comply with so reasonable a request, so he led the way to his camping-place, where the band of fur-traders immediately began to pitch their tents, cut down wood, kindle fires, fill their kettles with water, cook their food, and, in fact make themselves comfortable. The wild spot which, an hour before, had been so still, and grand, and gloomy, was now, as if by magic, transformed into a bustling village, with bright fires blazing among the rocks and bushes, and merry voices of men, women and children ringing in the air. It seemed almost incredible, and no wonder, Dick, had difficulty in believing it was not all a dream.

In days long gone by the fur-trade in that country was carried on in a very different way from the manner in which it is now conducted. These wild regions, indeed, are still as lonesome and untenanted (save by wild beasts and wandering tribes of Indians) as they were then; but the Indians of the present day have become accustomed