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count. I guess mebbe you can t handle them shootin 

 arms. Ho ! here comes the howlin redskins.&quot; 



Rea whipped out a bowie knife and began disem 

 boweling the reindeer. He had not proceeded far 

 in his task when the crazed savages were around 

 him. Every one carried a basket or receptacle, which 

 he swung aloft, and they sang, prayed, rejoiced on 

 their knees. Jones turned away from the sickening 

 scenes that convinced him these savages were little 

 better than cannibals. Rea cursed them, and tumbled 

 them over, and threatened them with the big bowie. 

 An altercation ensued, heated on his side, frenzied 

 on theirs. Thinking some treachery might befall his 

 comrade, Jones ran into the thick of the group. 



&quot; Share with them, Rea, share with them.&quot; 



Whereupon the giant hauled out ten smoking car 

 casses. Bursting into a babel of savage glee and 

 tumbling over one another, the Indians pulled the 

 caribou to the shore. 



&quot; Thievin fools ! &quot; growled Rea, wiping the sweat 

 from his brow. &quot; Said they d prevailed on the Great 

 Spirit to send the reindeer. Why, they d never 

 smelled warm meat but for you. Now, Buff, they ll 

 gorge every hair, hide an 1 hoof of their share in less 

 than a week. Thet s the last we do for the damned 

 cannibals. Didn t you see them eatin of the raw 

 innards? faugh! I m calculatin we ll see no more 



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