ed greatly to refresh and invigorate me. Taking a mark of the tree
against which I lay, and noting the various bearings of the country, so
as to be able again to find me, the young lad hastened on to the front.
'Thou seest how much I love thee, George,' he said, 'that I stay behind
in a moment like this.' I forget whether I told thee Harry, that Florac
was under some obligation to me. I had won money of him at cards,
at Quebec--only playing at his repeated entreaty--and there was a
difficulty about paying, and I remitted his debt to me, and lighted
my pipe with his note-of-hand. You see, sir, that you are not the only
gambler in the family.

"At evening, when the dismal pursuit was over, the faithful fellow came
back to me, with a couple of Indians, who had each reeking scalps at
their belts, and whom he informed that I was a Frenchman, his brother,
who had been wounded early in the day, and must be carried back to the
fort. They laid me in one of their blankets, and carried me, groaning,
with the trusty Florac by my side. Had he left me, they would assuredly
have laid me down, plundered me, and added my hair to that of the
wretches whose bleeding spoils hung at their girdles. He promised them
brandy at the fort, if they brought me safely there: I have but a dim
recollection of the journey: the anguish of my wound was extreme: I
fainted more than once. We came to the end of our march at last. I was
taken into the fort, and carried to the officer's log-house, and laid
upon Florac's own bed.

"Happy for me was my insensibility. I had been brought into the fort
as a wounded French soldier of the garrison. I heard afterwards, that
during my delirium the few prisoners who had been made on the day of our
disaster, had been brought under the walls of Duquesne by their savage
captors, and there horribly burned, tortured, and butchered by the
Indians, under the eyes of the garrison."

As George speaks, one may fancy a thrill of horror running through his
sympathising audience. Theo takes Hetty's hand, and looks at George in
a very alarmed manner. Harry strikes his fist upon the table, and cries,
"The bloody, murderous, red-skinned villains! There will never be peace
for us until they are all hunted down!"

"They were offering a hundred and thirty dollars apiece for Indian
scalps in Pennsylvania, when I left home," says George, demurely, "and
fifty for women."

"Fifty for women, my love! Do you hear that, Mrs. Lambert?" crie