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The muzzle of the rifle fell as he concluded, and the weapon was
gradually settling into a steady, and what would easily have proved a
fatal aim, when a tall Indian sprang from beneath that bed of leaves
and brush, which he had collected about his person at the approach of
the party, and stood upright, uttering the exclamation--
"Wagh!"

CHAPTER XVIII
My visor is Philemon's roof; within the house is Jove.
--Shakspeare.
The trapper, who had meditated no violence, dropped his rifle again,
and laughing at the success of his experiment, with great seeming
self-complacency, he drew the astounded gaze of the naturalist from
the person of the savage to himself, by saying--
"The imps will lie for hours, like sleeping alligators, brooding their
deviltries in dreams and other craftiness, until such time as they see
some real danger is at hand, and then they look to themselves the same
as other mortals. But this is a scouter in his war-paint! There should
be more of his tribe at no great distance.


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