Adventure and adventurers > Away in the wilderness, or, Life among the red Indians and fur-traders of North America

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AWAY IN THE WILDERNESS.
“ Why, Arrowhead, you steal on me with the
soft tread of a fox. My ears are not dull, yet I
did not hear your approach, lad.”
A smile lighted up the countenance of the
young Indian for a moment, as he listened to a
compliment which gratified him much; but the
grave expression which was natural to him in¬
stantly returned, as he said, “ Arrowhead has
hunted in the Rocky Mountains where the men
are treacherous; he has learned to tread lightly
there.”
“ No doubt, ye had need to be always on the
look out, where there are such varmints; but
hereaway, Arrowhead, there are no foes to fear,
and therefore no need to take yer friends by sur¬
prise. But ye’re proud o’ your gifts, lad, an’ I
suppose it’s natural to like to show them off. Is
the canoe ready ?”
The Indian replied by a nod.
“ That’s well, lad, it will be sun-down in another
hour, an’ I would like to camp on the point of
pines to-night; so come along.”
“ Hist! ” exclaimed the Indian, pointing to a
flock of geese which came into view at that
moment.
“ Ah ! you come of a wasterful race,” said
Jasper, shaking his head gravely, “ you’re never
content when ye’ve got enough, but must always
be killing God’s creatures right and left for pure