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"Take him, take him," cried Middleton; "take all, or any thing!"
The old man whistled the younger dog to the land; and then he
proceeded to the final adieus. Little was said on either side. The
trapper took each person solemnly by the hand, and uttered something
friendly and kind to all. Middleton was perfectly speechless, and was
driven to affect busying himself among the baggage. Paul whistled with
all his might, and even Obed took his leave with an effort that bore
the appearance of desperate philosophical resolution. When he had made
the circuit of the whole, the old man, with his own hands, shoved the
boat into the current, wishing God to speed them. Not a word was
spoken, nor a stroke of the oar given, until the travellers bad
floated past a knoll that hid the trapper from their view. He was last
seen standing on the low point, leaning on his rifle, with Hector
crouched at his feet, and the younger dog frisking along the sands, in
the playfulness of youth and vigour.
CHAPTER XXXIV
--Methought, I heard a voice.
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