AN INDIAN HUNTEB. 
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slipped away to Buenos Aires and spent his 
earnings. When they were all gone, he came 
back and plunged once more into the silence of 
the wilderness. No, he did not want anything, 
unless, perhaps, we had good tobacco to spare ? 
In a flash the Irishman was into the launch, 
there were sounds of a hasty turning over of 
things, and back he came with a tin of tobacco. 
Then the two shook hands, and the woodsman 
turned away up the sandy slope that glimmered 
whitely in the fading light, and the parting call 
of ‘ hasta luego 5 came musically back to us out 
of the dusk. 
Early next morning we were astir, and soon 
after dawn the sound of our engines awoke the 
sleepy birds. As we turned the corner of the 
bay and slid into the racing current of the river, 
we looked back, and saw his tall figure standing 
motionless on the shore to watch our departure, 
whilst the brown children waved to us from the 
tiny huts that were already scarcely distinguish¬ 
able in the dense vegetation. 
