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melled, uttered screams of rage and despair. She turned furiously on 

 the dog with her drawn knife, and plunged it furiously into his throat 

 and breast several times. The noble animal retained his hold to the 

 last; but as the life-blood flowed from the wound, she shook herself 

 free, and again ran towards her tribe, now far distant. The old man, 

 during the struggles, had gained fast on her, and, boiling over with 

 wrath, at last overtook and knocked her down with the butt of his gun. 

 Again her screams of rage were heard, and rose on the air at intervals. 

 I ran up to save her life, as I feared Simon was inclined to take ample 

 vengeance on his prisoner ; but I perceived he was only binding her feet 

 together, and her hands behind her back. He then hastily returned to 

 his faithful dumb friend, who lay bleeding and shuddering on the spot 

 where he had fallen beneath her knife. 



I aided Simon's endeavours to bind up the deep wounds which the 

 enraged savage had made in his breast and neck ; but it was plain, from 

 the quantity of blood that had gushed from them ere we arrived, and 

 now lay streaming around him, that the noble animal was past our help. 

 The old man's voice faltered, and I saw a tear on his rough cheek, as he 

 said, " 'Tis all over ; Cabot will never swim again ; and there's not such 

 a dog alive. God forgive me ! 'twas I that sent him to be killed !" Cabot 

 still knew his voice ; and with eyes that were fast assuming the glossy 

 lustre of death, acknowledged the grateful sympathy of his master. He 

 raised his head for an instant, and attempted to lick the hand that patted 

 it ; but the vital stream gushed from his mouth, and the effort was un- 

 availing. It was his last expressive of the master feeling of his noble 

 nature, and Simon fully appreciated it. " My faithful dog !" he ex- 

 claimed, " where shall I find such a friend ? I would share half the 

 remaining years of my life with you if I could. But it pleases God to 

 take you to himself, and leave me to struggle on alone with storms and 

 savages." So saying, and sighing heavily, he rose from the clotted gore 

 in which he had been unconsciously kneeling, and returned with me to 

 the spot where the crew were assembled round the wounded fisher and 

 the dead Esquimaux. 



As we approached, they beckoned Simon to hasten, and we both ran 

 forward. Paul lay on his face on the ground, weltering in blood. One 

 arrow was yet sticking firmly in his neck, the last remaining of four 

 which had pierced him as he turned to ask the meaning of our shouts. 



The fishers and Mr. English were endeavouring to stanch the wide- 

 spread wounds by bandages when we arrived; but all their hand- 

 kerchiefs and neckcloths were soon soaked through, and his life was fast 

 flowing away. He motioned Simon to stoop down to him, as he could 

 not raise or turn his head, and he groaned with horror as his comrades 

 proposed to remove the arrow. ' ' Simon," said he, faintly and at intervals, 

 <f I am dying. This arrow is too deep. Don't touch it ! Let me die ! 

 These are the fellows that killed Ben. Wear this cap for my sake. Let 

 Sebastian have my carbine : the boy was fond of me. Tell Mary I pardon 

 all her cruelty. Give her the little moss-rose tree again ; perhaps she 

 will think of Paul as she wears its flowers. Give my watch and every 

 thing else to my mother, and say my last thoughts were of her." " I 

 will, my dear fellow," replied Simon ; " God help her and me too !" 

 A pause ensued. His breathing was yet audible, and all were silent in 

 deep commiseration. Again his feeble voice was heard, as if a sudden 

 thought occurred. " Tell her, lest she should lose time in searching, 



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