188 MARTIN RATTLER.

that was to happen, I would then know that it was
alla drame. I’ve more than wance expected to wake
up since I comed into furrin parts; the only thing
that kapes me in doubt about it is the baccy.”

“ How so, Barney ?”

“Why, bekase it tastes so rael, good luck to it!
that I can’t git myself to think it’s only a drame,
Jist look, now,” he continued, in the same tone of
voice; “if it wasn’t a drame, how could I see sich
a thing as that standin’ on the rock over there?”

Martin glanced towards the spot pointed out by
his friend, and immediately started up with surprise.

“Hallo, Barney! that’s no dream, I'll vouch for it.
He’s an Indian, and a very ugly one, too, I declare.—
I say, old fellow, do you know what sort of savage
that is?”

“Not know,” answered the trader, glancing un-
easily at the stranger.

“He might have the dacency to put on more cloes,
anyhow,” muttered Barney, as he gazed inquiringly
at the savage.

The being who had thus appeared so suddenly
before the travellers belonged to one of the numerous
tribes of Indians inhabiting the country near the
head-waters of some of the chief tributaries of the

Amazon. He was almost entirely naked, having