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A CENTURY OF DISHONOR.

ing ridden about ten miles, we ticed, during the ride, a degree of forbearance toward cach oth- er whieh I had never before observed in that race. camped for the night. I no- When we halted for the night the two boys frolicking with thieir horses, and, as the darkness came on, lost the trail ance, and during this time the parents manifested the most anxious solicitude for then. One of them was but three years old, and was lashed to the horse he rode; tlhe other only seven years of age-young pilots in the wilderness at night. But the elder, true to the sagacity of his race, bad taken his eourse, and struck the brook on which we were encamped within three hundred yards of us. The pride of the parents at this feat, and their ardent attachment to the children, were pcrceptible werc behind; they had been It was a half-hour before they made their appear- in the pleasure with which they received them at their even- ning fire, and heard the relation of their childish adventres. The weather was so pleasaut that no tent was willows were bent, and the buffalo-robes spread Underncath were laid other robes, on which my Indian host seated himself, with his wife and children on one side and myself brought, and the evening ablutions having been perforned, the wife presented a dish of meat to her husband and one to myself. There was a pause. The woman seated herself between her children. The Indian then bowed his head and

spread. The over them. on the other. A fire brrnt brightly in front. Water

was prayed to God. A wandering savage in Oregon, calling Jehovah in the name of Jesus Christ! After the prayer he gave meat to his children and passed the dish to his wife. While eating, the frequent repetition of the words on Jehovah and Jesus Christ, in the most reverential mauner, led me to suppose that they were conversing on religious topics, and thus they passed an hour. Meanwhile tho exceeding weariness of a long day's travel admonished me to seek rest. I bad slumber ed I know not how long, when a strain of music awoke me.

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