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that of the hunter. The tune was simple and monotonous 

 in its character; but there was something touching in hear- 

 ing the Indian and the child, both equally artless in mind, 

 uniting together to sing the praises of God. The chant 

 was dnded by a prayer, which Sumichrast and I listened 

 to, standing up, with our heads bared ; and it was with 

 earnestness that my friend repeated 1'Encuerado's solemn 

 "Amen," expressed in the words, " God is great." 



Having fed the fire with sufficient to keep it up all night, 

 we lay down, side by side, under the hut. The wind 

 moaned softly through the foliage, and, under the influence 

 of the gentle breeze, the pine-trees produced that melan- 

 choly sound which so exactly calls to mind the noise of the 

 surf breaking on the shore. By means of thinking of it, I 

 felt it even in my sleep, for I dreamt that I was at sea, and 

 that the vessel that bore me was sailing over silvery waters. 



