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taken the water, and were making for the main-land on our 
side. Sabatisie made swiftly for the shore, and springing on 
the bank like a greyhound, arrived fortunately in time to head 
the Moose off. Adella had by this time gained a position on the 
other side of the river, so that the Moose were obliged to make 
the best of their way up the rapid, or run the gauntlet between 
our canoes. The pursuit now again commenced. The canoes 
were nearly abreast, and again the Indians strove for superi¬ 
ority. But now the greater strength and bottom of Sabatisie 
told: the current ran at least six miles an hour, yet did he 
force his light vessel steadily and quietly up the stream, so that 
we were soon far in advance. At length we were within 
range of the Moose, but still Sabatisie held on. ‘ Sartain 
brother Meadows no shoot till I tell you.’ We were now 
not fifty yards from the Moose, when Sabatisie, choosing a good 
opportunity, placed his pole on the rocky bottom, and dexter¬ 
ously held the canoe as firm and motionless as a rock. ‘ Now, 
brother!’ A violent plunge showed my ball had not erred, 
and the monstrous carcase came rolling down the current. 
Adella and Howard passed on in pursuit of the other Moose, 
which was some distance ahead. 
“ I had been so much interested in the chase, that I had not 
noticed the great change which had taken place in the weather. 
The atmosphere, which a short time before was bright and 
cloudless, had suddenly become darkened—the air was thick 
and sultry—at intervals the angry growl of distant thunder 
could be heard, and the trees of the surrounding forest appear¬ 
ed to moan and sigh, as if dreading the approaching tempest. 
Sabatisie’s face—which till now had glowed with all the enthu¬ 
siasm of the chase—-grew serious, and casting a glance at the 
sharp rocks and perpendicular cliffs on each side of the foaming 
rapid, he hailed Howard. ‘ Better turn back, brother—sartain 
very bad,’ said he, pointing to the lowering clouds, which were 
becoming every moment more dark : ‘ better come back and 
haul up canoe before storm come.’ 4 Hallo ! Sabatisie,’ cried 
Howard, ‘ no shirking, with such a fellow as that before us 1 
