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his left, hind leg; and throwing away everything that 

 hindered me in running, I darted after him. Dragging 

 his wmfnded leg, he limped along the side of the hill ; 

 but, finding that I gained on him, he turned towards the 

 summrtf I had run for a good half mile, and too much 

 out of breath to breast the hill, I soon lost sight of 

 him. Heated and tired, I returned to the horse, pick- 

 ing up my rifle, powder-horn, pouch, and cap, by the 

 >ed myself in my blanket, and mounted my 

 patient st( 



I soon crosifcj the highest summit of the range, and 

 running down nf the side of a small stream southwards 

 from the liillsji about an hour and a half arrived at the 

 place where Jfllmar's house was to be built, and where 

 had arrived before me were occupied 

 in cutting the logs. 



The ground was already prepared and planks cut; 

 other neighbors arrived from time to time with their dogs 

 and guns, and the clearing was filled with laughing, talka- 

 tive groups. 



The horses were hobbled near some reeds, with plenty, 

 of maize shaken down in a dry place. In the evening, 

 we all assembled at Collmar's hut, or rather shed, formed 

 of boards fastened together, supported by poles, and con- 

 taining three roughly-hewn bedsteads, a weaver's loom, 

 and two spinning-wheels. It may have been about fifty 

 feet long and twenty wide, with the floor as nature sup- 

 plied it. Rifles and sad lies lay about ; three pairs of 

 deer hams adorned one corner, and dried pumpkins hang- 

 ing to poles, formed the sky to this paradise. 



Immense blazing logs were heaped up in one blackened 



