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ing. His tribe are encamped about five miles from my 

 house ; and an Indian, my dear friend, never breaks his 

 plighted word." 



He had scarcely finished these words, when the pro- 

 longed barking of the dogs announced a stranger's arrival. 

 A moment afterwards, a sharp whistling like that of a 

 locomotive was heard without; and the dogs, changing 

 their note, uttered loud yelps of joy, which proved that 

 the person entering the farmyard was intimately known 

 to them. 



"That is Monai!" cried Mr. Howard; "talk of the 

 wolf, my friend, and you know ! My dogs look upon the 

 Redskin as a friend, and make him welcome." 



Just at this moment the door opened, and the Indian 

 entered the dining-room. He was a man of middle 

 stature, stoutly built; his face was fine and expressive, 

 though a profound melancholy was visible in his looks ; 

 his eyes shone like carbuncles. After a rapid glance all 

 round the room, he advanced silently towards the chimney. 



His attire consisted of a blouse of buffalo-skin, orna- 

 mented with embroideries made of the bristles of the 

 porcupine, and with a fringe worked into the skin itself. 

 His legs were encased in skin breeches, which were turned 

 into gaiters upon the calves, and buttoned, from the knee 

 to the ankle, where they were adorned with fringes like 

 those of the blouse. Two small mocassins of peccary- 

 skin shod Monai's feet, which were as well shaped as those 

 of a Spanish senorita. 



To a broad girdle was suspended a pouch made of 

 otter-skin, and enriched with designs similar to those 

 which embellished the entire costume of this child of the 

 forest. 



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