When Doctor Battius had recovered his feet, and rallied his faculties,
which were in a good deal of disorder from the hurried manner in which
he had abandoned his former situation, he returned in quest of his
specimens and of his ass. Asinus displayed enough of magnanimity to
render the interview amicable, and thenceforth the naturalist
continued the required route with very commendable industry, but with
a much more tempered discretion.
In the mean time, the old trapper had not lost sight of the important
movements that he had undertaken to control. Obed had not been
mistaken in supposing that he was already missed and sought, though
his imagination had corrupted certain savage cries into the well-known
sounds that composed his own latinized name. The truth was simply
this. The warriors of the rearguard had not failed to apprise those in
front of the mysterious character, with which it had pleased the
trapper to invest the unsuspecting naturalist. The same untutored
admiration, which on the receipt of this intelligence had driven those
in the rear to the front, now drove many of the front to the rear.
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