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entered a great wilderness, in order to effect escape, but 

 that they were closely pursued by a savage and relentless 

 foe. Listen ! He even now hears the shouts of the vic- 

 tors ; they have probably picked up some stragglers from 

 the defeated army. A few moments later and he hears a 

 lively discharge of firearms. These sounds are followed 

 by some desultory musket-shots, then all is quiet once 

 more. The photographer now fancies that the victors 

 have come upon a considerable body of his comrades, who 

 have attempted to defend themselves rather than surrender 

 as prisoners of war. He now realizes the imminent dan- 

 ger with which he is surrounded. He imagines that he 

 is fleeing rapidly before the enemy ; and we know that he 

 is restless and constantly moving. Behold him now ! His 

 eyes are widely open; he glares wildly about him; still he 

 slumbers. In this disturbed sleep he sees the merciless savage 

 peering from behind every forest-tree and bush upon him. 

 He calls aloud, " What shall I do? I am already sur- 

 rounded'' He now beholds the brutal, bloody, and fiend- 

 ish Iroquois Indians creeping stealthily upon him ; they are 

 in full war-paint and armed with their barbarous instru- 

 ments of war. This is their moment of triumph over a poor 

 defeated Huron ! They have risen to their feet, and nozv 

 rush forward upon our sleeping soldier ! The instruments 

 of death are already uplifted ; an unearthly yell is heard 

 which echoes from lake to lake ! Our photographer springs 

 to his feet ; looks wildly about him. He is now awake ; 

 nevertheless he hears a doleful sound : the wolves are 

 howling to-night like so many demons. He had frequently 

 heard them howl, but never before did their voices sound so 



