84 THE LAST OF POOR REDSKIN. 



indicated the height reached by the flood. Old Jake 

 preceded the others, forcing his way through the tangled 

 branches, and occasionally mumbling his dissatisfac- 

 tion. 



Suddenly he stopped short, with the exclamation, 

 " Snakes alive ! look hyur, boys : hyur's that Injun 

 again we're allus running agin him ! " 



The lads pushed forward, and were shocked to see 

 the disfigured corpse of the ill-fated Indian wedged 

 between the stems of two small trees. The body had 

 been floating feet foremost, and in passing between 

 these trees the expanded arms had arrested its course. 

 Masses of uprooted sedge, or withered grasses, which 

 had been borne down by the stream, were heaped upon 

 the body, the extremities of which were alone visible. 



"I think we ought to bury the poor fellow," said 

 Gaultier, " and not leave him to be the food of vul- 

 tures." 



This suggestion was acted on, and the three hunters, 

 with their knives, soon scooped out a shallow grave 

 in the soft soil, in which the body was deposited. The 

 mould was then replaced and stamped down firmly; 

 a small stick, with a rag fluttering from it, was planted 

 on the grave, to scare away any prowling wolf which 

 might pass by the spot. 



"The current seems to have set this way," said 

 Pierre, " since it landed the corpse here ; I daresay the 

 canoe will not be far off." 



A little further search brought the party to an open 



