llaneous conversation on
the matter. Their final consent to the Pow-wow.

Hardly an hour of Sidney's watch had elapsed, when, feeling very
thirsty, he stepped down the embankment to the stream, (which was only
two rods from the camp fire,) to get a drink; when in the act of
raising it to his lips, a huge black wolf sprang at him from beneath a
coppice of laurel that skirted the bank, and planting its huge teeth in
his shoulder, crushed the bones in a terrible manner--at the same time
his great weight bearing him to the ground.

The attack came so suddenly, that he was totally unprepared; and the
mangled shoulder sending a sickening effect through him, caused him to
faint with a single cry for help. However, it had been heard; Howe and
Whirlwind bounding to their feet on the instant, with their clubs in
their hands, which they always slept with by their sides, sprang on the
beast that was now growling ferociously over the insensible boy.

"Let him have it!" cried the trapper, dealing him the first blow; but
scarcely were the words uttered, when, with a leap, the wolf sprang
past the trapper at Jane, who stood on the bank above gazing with
horror on the mangled form of Sidney below her, and catching her by the
side, bore her also to the ground. Scarcely had she fallen, when a
powerful hand grasped him by the throat, and the chief's hunting knife
was buried a dozen times in the monster's heart--its life-blood almost
suffocating the prostrate and terrified girl.

Raising her in his arms, the chief carried her to the brook, bathed her
face, hands, neck, and even her hair--which was saturated with
blood--in the water. Then cleansing her dress, carried her back to the
camp-fire, and calling Edward to watch her, hastened to the side of
Sidney to assist the trapper, who was dashing water in his face in his
endeavors to bring him to consciousness.

"Hold, there!" cried the chief; "would my brother drown the young
brave?"

"Not exactly; only put a little life in him," said the trapper, dashing
over him some more water.

"Stop, or you will kill him! He must be brought up the embankment
nearer the light, so as to give us a better chance to care for him.
Raise his feet while I lift his shoulders. Oh! he is dreadfully
lacerated. Gently, gently; there, lay him softly down. He is
recovering! see, he breathes and turns his eyes."

"Sidney! Sidney! look up: are you much hurt?"

A heavy groan, and a relapse into unconsciousnes