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warrior, who, being out on his first expedition, 

 desired to strike the first coup, and thus signalize 

 himself at the outset of the campaign. After 

 waiting some few minutes, expecting a renewal of 

 the attack, the mountaineers in a body rose from 

 the ground and made towards the animals, with 

 which they presently returned to the camp ; and 

 after carefully hobbling and securing them to 

 pickets firmly driven into the ground, mounting 

 an additional guard, and examining the neighbor- 

 ing thicket, they once more assembled round the 

 fire, relit their pipes, and puffed away the cheer- 

 ing weed as composedly as if no such being as a 

 Redskin, thirsting for their lives, was within a 

 thousand miles of their perilous encampment. 



" If ever thar was bad Injuns on these plains," 

 at last growled Killbuck, biting hard the pipe- 

 stem between his teeth, " it's these Rapahos, and 

 the meanest kind at that." 



" Can't beat the Blackfeet, anyhow," chimed 

 in one La Bonte, from the Yellow Stone country, 

 a fine handsome specimen of a mountaineer. 

 " However, one of you quit this arrow out of my 

 hump," he continued, bending forwards to the fire, 

 and exhibiting an arrow sticking out under his 

 right shoulder-blade, and a stream of blood tric- 

 kling down his buckskin coat from the wound. 



This his nearest neighbor essayed to do; but 

 finding, after a tug, that it " would not come," 

 expressed his opinion that the offending weapon 



