His hound, stopping now and then
to catch the expression of his eye, had preceded the trapper
throughout the whole distance, with as much certainty as though a
previous and intelligible communion between them had established the
route by which they were to proceed. But, at the expiration of the
time just named, the dog suddenly came to a stand, and then seating
himself on the prairie, he snuffed the air a moment, and began a low
and piteous whining.
"Ay--pup--ay. I know the spot--I know the spot, and reason there is to
remember it well!" said the old man, stopping by the side of his
uneasy associate, until those who followed had time to come up. "Now,
yonder, is a thicket before us," he continued, pointing forward,
"where we may lie till tall trees grow on these naked fields, afore
any of the squatter's kin will venture to molest us."
"This is the spot, where the body of the dead man lay!" cried
Middleton, examining the place with an eye that revolted at the
recollection.
"The very same. But whether his friends have put him in the bosom of
the ground or not, remains to be seen.
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