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Chaidcys Wondei^ful Journeys. 



he found Fido running up and down trying 

 in vain for the scent. 



"We must try back," said the dog, "I've 

 lost the scent." 



They tried back until Fido picked up the 

 scent, lost it and returned to it two or three 

 times. At last he lifted up his voice, and 

 cried, "Treed, by Jupiter; come along, 

 Charley, here he is up a tree." 



"You must be fox next time, Charley," 

 said Bob, "or I won't come down." 



"I don't mind," said Charley, "only I 

 can't run on the snow without my snow- 

 shoes." 



"Well, there they are in the sleigh," said 

 Bob, "and I'll help you put them on." 



Charley looked round ; he thought he 

 had come on the rocking-horse, but was 

 delighted to iind that it was the horse and 

 sleigh, and that his snowshoes were there, 

 as Bob had said. 



He had them out in a twinkling; Bob 

 came down and helped him to put them on, 

 and no sooner had he struck out for a run 

 than he glided away like the wind. 



Presently he heard the expected " Tally- 

 ho," and increased his speed almost with- 

 out effort. Trees and landmarks appeared 

 to dash by him with railway speed, and 

 gradually the baying of the dog and the 

 " Tally-ho " of Bob grew fainter and fainter 

 as he left them far behind. 



After a time the baying of the dog ceased 

 altogether, and Charley stopped to listen. 

 He shouted, but there came no response. 

 "I will go quietly," thought he, "and give 

 them a chance to catch up." 



Charley stepped along easily for some 

 time, and had almost forgotten Fido and 

 Bob, when he heard a sound behind him 

 that for a moment made his heart stand still. 

 It was the whoop of redskins following on 

 his trail. 



He stepped along again, not too fast, be- 

 cause he wanted to get a sight of them, and 

 seeing a nice little oak sapling, he pulled it 

 up by the roots as he dashed by. "This 



will make a good club," said he, as he took 

 out his knife and trimmed it a bit. 



The Indians came nearer until Charley 

 could see their dusky forms — quite a crowd 

 of them — and away he went again with the 

 speed of the wind, but they followed on, 

 neither losing nor gaining ground, and yel- 

 ling like furies. 



Then Charley looked to his right and saw 

 another lot of redskins running to cross his 

 path; then he looked to his left and saw a 

 third party. Right and left, as far ahead 

 as he could see, there were redskins run- 

 ning to cut him off. Behind and on both 

 sides they were closing on him, but there 

 were none straight ahead, and Charley 

 dashed on. 



At last they were abreast of him on both 

 sides, and Charley raised his club, and rolled 

 them over like ninepins. 



"Charley," cried the screech owl over- 

 head, "bowl them over to right and left, but 

 be careful not to let one fall across your 

 path." 



"They are only toy Indians," said Char- 

 ley as he knocked them over by the score; 

 but at that moment he heard a yell behind 

 him that made his blood curdle. The red- 

 skins were close behind him, and another 

 crowd closing in in front. He dashed for- 

 ward, swung his club with more force than 

 judgment and rolled a redskin across his 

 path. 



His snowshoe tripped on him, he fell for- 

 ward against the crowd, knocking the fore- 

 most ones against the second row and these 

 against the third row, and so on, and the 

 next moment there were a hundred rolling 

 in the snow; and while Charley was strug- 

 gling to rise, his pursuers pounced on him 

 with a yell. 



On they came — old men, young men, 

 pappooses and squaws — yelling, laughing, 

 shouting and dancing for joy, and telling 

 each other what a glorious run they had 

 had. 



They crowded round Charley, especially 



