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AWAY IN THE WILDERNESS.
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they are called, on the Saskatchewan River. A
long journey still lay before our bold hunter, but
that was nothing to him. He felt quite satisfied
to hear that the girl of his heart was well, and still
unmarried.
Next day the serious business of trading com¬
menced at the outpost.
“ I should like to get that powder and ball
before you begin to trade with the Indians, Mr.
Grant,” said Jasper, after breakfast was concluded,
“ I’m anxious to be off as soon as possible.”
“No, no, Jasper, I’ll not give you a single
charge of powder or an ounce of lead this day.
You must spend another night with me, my man ;
I have not had half my talk out with you. You
have no need to hurry, for Marie does not know
you are coming, so of course she can’t be im¬
patient.”
Mr. Grant said this with a laugh, for he knew
the state of Jasper’s heart, and understood why he
was so anxious to hasten away.
“ Besides,” continued the fur-trader, “ Mr. Hey-
wood has not half finished the drawing of my fort,
which he began yesterday, and I want him to
make me a copy of it.”
“ I shall be delighted to do so,” said the artist,
who was busily engaged in arranging his brushes
and colours.
“ Well, well,” cried Jasper, “ I suppose I must