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one we followed from all directions. We had just 

 crossed a clear shallow stream, which we named 

 Wentworth River, when we heard Mr. O'B. shouting 

 behind us, and calling loudly for Cheadle. We 

 stopped, and he came up, leading affectionately by 

 the hand a most hideously repulsive -looking Indian. 

 He wore nothing but a pair of ragged trousers, his 

 skin was dirty, and his face perfectly diabolical — a 

 vast expanse of visage, in the midst of which a 

 rugged, swollen nose stood out, a mouth which 

 yawned like the gates of Grehenna, and eyes with 

 a most malignant squint. Behind this monster, 

 whom we at once named " Caliban," followed a 

 younger fellow of more prepossessing appearance ; but 

 Mr. O'B. regarded him not, pulling Caliban along, 

 and crying out, " Look here, my lord ! look here, 

 Doctor ! I've been the means of saving us, after 

 all." He chattered to his new-found friend inces- 

 santly, patting him lovingly on the shoulder, and 

 looking in his face with most insinuating smiles. 

 The two men made signs to us to follow them, and 

 we went with them to a little open space. Two 

 squaws and some children were seated over a fire, 

 engaged in cooking berries in an iron pot. Directly 

 we mentioned Kamloops, they ^ exclaimed, " Aiyou 

 muck-a-muck, ai^^ou tea, aiyou tobacco, aiyou salmon, 

 aiyou whisky, Kamloops ! " from which we inferred 

 there were abundance of good things to be found 

 there. The Assiniboine inquired by signs how long 

 it would take us to reach Fort Kamloops, and the 

 younger man, in reply, imitated fast walking, and 

 then going to sleep four times in succession ; meaning 



