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start a deer on the mountain, for a friend who was to 



watch in the boat. He left his rifle behind him so as 



to climb the mountain more easily, but after beating 



about awhile, got lost. Three days after the hound 



came home with a long gash in his side, and in a 



week or so more the body of the master was found on 



the shore of the lake. The dog evidently clung to 



him faithfully, till the man — having no gun with 



which to kill game — had endeavored to stab him for 



food. With this he left him, and the poor wretch 



wandered about, till prostrated by hunger, he laid 



down and died. 



Towards night B n and myself arrived with 



Mitchell at his hut, where he found his aged Indian 



father and young sister waiting his return. " Old 



Peter," as he is called, is now over eighty years of 



age. He shakes with the palsy, and is constantly 



muttering to himself in a lans;ua2;e half French and 



half Indian, while his daughter scarcely twenty years 



old, is silent as a statue. She is quite pretty, and her 



long hah* is not straight like that of her race, but 



hangs in waving masses around her bronzed neck and 



shoulders. She will speak to no one, not even to 



answer a question, except to her father and brother. 

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