CHAPTER V. 



OLD JAKE'S ADVENTURE AN INDIAN'S DEATH THE CAVE OLD JAKE SCALES 

 THE ROCKS STORE OF FURS JAKE'S SUPERSTITION SET OUT FOR THE 

 CAVE THE CORPSE VULTURES EXAMINING THE FURS STORM THE CREEK 

 FLOODED NIGHT IN THE CAVE INDIANS V6TSUS SETTLERS. 



" WAL, now, boyees," said the old fellow, " you might 

 make yersells rich bettin' rotten pumpkins agin Span- 

 ish mules that I have made a ' raise' this mornin'. I 

 ain't a-gwine to hide my luck. No ; thur ain't nothin' 

 mean about old Jake Hawken that thur ain't. I guess 

 we three fellurs trap on shares, an it'd be raal mean ef 

 I hid my plunder an' kep' it to meself. Ye rec'lects 

 whur I parted from you ? " he continued, turning to 

 Pierre, who nodded in the affirmative. " Wai, I turned 

 down the river a bit, till I kem to the mouth o' a crick 

 which jined the Athabasca from the west'ard. The 

 land about the mouth of this crick wur low, and wur 

 kivered with thunderin' big trees, white spruce at thai 

 I noticed that the banks riz a leetle up the crick, until 

 they got to be like bluffs a'most. Hyur the timmer 

 drew back from the edge, an' the rocks wur bare, 

 'ceptin' hyur and thur, whur an odd pine or two grew 

 among the donnicks. I wur jest a-thinkin' whether I'd 



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