d with Hendrick, who
sent an arrow into the brain of the savage who meant to strike from
behind. At the same instant the short warrior succeeded in his effort;
his spear flashed upwards, and the next moment his tall enemy fell to
rise no more.

Hendrick, who seemed to have been transformed into a human tiger, rushed
to the attack with a shout and a display of fury that for a moment
arrested the fight. The short Indian, whose life he had just saved,
bestowed on him and his companions one look of surprise, and joined him
in the rush. Captain Trench, whose combative tendencies were easily
aroused, joined them with a roar which was somewhat intensified by the
fact that he was still a little uncertain as to which was "the enemy."
Oliver relieved his overcharged bosom by an involuntary shriek or howl,
that rose high and shrill above the tumult, as he followed suit,
whirling his bludgeon with some difficulty round his head.

The combined effect of all this was to strike terror into the enemy who,
turning short round, fled precipitately, and were followed for a
considerable distance by some of the victorious Indians.

On returning from the pursuit, Hendrick introduced the short Indian as
his wife's cousin, who, with a party of hunters, had been out for a
supply of fresh meat when attacked by the Labrador savages.

"It is an old feud," remarked Hendrick, as he and Paul sat a little
apart that evening, while their comrades assisted the Indians to prepare
supper; "an old feud. Oh! war--war! There is no place of rest from it,
I fear, in this world."

The hunter's tone was so sad that Paul looked at him inquiringly.

"You are surprised," said his companion, "that I should long thus for
escape from the warring passions of men, but if you knew what reason I
have for hating war, you would not wonder. Listen! Many years ago I
went with my wife and child to visit a kinsman in the Scottish
Highlands. I need scarcely tell you that it was not my present wife and
child. She was young, fair, faultless in person and disposition. Our
little daughter resembled her in all respects. There chanced to be a
miserable feud existing between my relative and a neighbouring chief.
It originated in some disputed boundary, and always smouldered, like a
subdued volcano, but occasionally broke forth in open warfare. At the
time of my visit my kinsman, who was a bachelor, had gone to transact
some business at a town not far distant, leaving a