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after he had been gone almost an
hour !

Ponto, after a while, was attacked
with some painful disease in his legs, so
that he could hardly walk. All that
could be thought of was done for the
poor creature. But it was of no use.
He grew worse, rather than better.
At last, his master determined to have
an end put to his sufferings by drown-
ing him, and a man in the store was re-
quested to perform the task. To one
end of a cord was attached a large stone,
and the other to the dog’s neck, and he
was thrown into the East River. Poor
fellow! he managed to get out of the
water, after the man had gone away,
and by some means or another, getting
rid of the stone, he crawled back slowly,
and with the utmost difficulty, to his
master’s store. He did not live long,
however, after that.

An Indian Story.

n the early settlement of this coun-
try, a strange Indian arrived at an
inn in Litchfield, Connecticut, and
asked for something to eat; at the

same time saying that, as he had been
unsuccessful in hunting, he had nothing
to pay. The woman who kept the inn,
not only refused his reasonable request,
but called him hard names. But a man
who sat by, seeing that the Indian was
suffering for want of food, told her to
give him what he wanted at his expense.
When the Indian had finished his sup-
per, he thanked the man, and assured

   

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him that he should be faithfully recom-
pensed, whenever it was in his power.

Some years after this, the man had
occasion to go from Litchfield to Albany,
where he was taken prisoner by the In-
dians, and carried to Canada. Some of
them proposed that he should be put to
death; but an old woman demanded
that he should be given to her, that she
might adopt him in place of a son, who
had been killed in war. This was done,
and he passed the winter in her family.
The next summer, while he was at work
in the woods, a strange Indian came and
asked him to go to a certain place ona
given day, which he agreed todo; though
he had some fears that mischief was in-
tended. His fears increased, and his
promise was broken. But the Indian
came again and renewed the request.
The man made another engagement, and
kept his word. On reaching the spot,
he found the Indian provided with am-
munition, two muskets, and two knap-
sacks. He was ordered to take one of
each, which he did, and followed his
conductor. In the day-time they shot
the game that came in their way, and at
night, they kindled a fire and slept by it.
But the Indian observed a mysterious
silence as to the object of their expedi-
tion.

After traveling in this manner many
days, they came tothe top of a moun-
tain, from which they saw a number of
houses in the midst of a cultivated coun-
try. The Indian asked him if he knew
the ground, and he eagerly answered:
“Tt is Litchfield!” The Indian then re-
called to his mind the scenes of the inn,
and bidding him farewell, exclaimed :
“Tam that Indian! Now I pray you
go home.” —Selected.