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WILD SPORTS IN THE SOUTH. 



hissed by the woman, the old tide of hate welling high and fast as 

 she saw the Spaniard safe again. Ortez's countenance blanched 

 under the swarth of years. Chatte Echo gave the light canoe an 

 impetus with his foot, and shoved it out into the lagoon. Her 

 eyes followed the spot where it disappeared, her outstretched arm 

 trembled, she staggered and fell into the arms of the young chief, 

 who carried her into the fort. He had won her." 



" I don't like that story, father ; it gives a low ideal of woman." 



 But, child, remember it is savage woman that I tell of ; you 

 can't paint a crow green." 



" How much is true ? " asked the literal Doctor. 



 Is it not all written," answered the narrator, " in the faithful 

 annals of Garcilasso de la Vega ? " 



