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Julie next fired, and when she saw, as the result of her shot, the

ar useless at his side, she cried-"Bon, bon!" and cocked her pistol again

"Wetheain "I don't like to kill the wretches" Then ca from the swamp, in dismal Cree-"Don't fire any more; on't follow the little scouts We swear it

by the Sun, and by the God of Thunder;" and laying his hand upon his

hatchet, the terrified wretch faced the Sun and swore the oath: then

turning towards the clouds wherein the Thunder God resides, he

repeated his avoith the saesture

Still Annette kept her arues, and we do not believe thee

"But we have sworn it," the e replied, in a doleful

voice

"False ods!" Annette replied "No; ill

not trust them But let the braves listen We do not want to kill

theroaned the poor red-skins

"There is no time to lose; the braves must not hide behind their

ponies in that way, or we shall be obliged to fire at their bodies

and kill thes"

The reader who has reached this point will likely say, "Well, Mr