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rudely awakened to the terrible reality of his forlorn
position ; and the more he thought of it, the more
hopeless and terrible it appeared to be.

He knew not in what part of Brazil he was; he
was being hurried apparently deeper into these vast
solitudes by savages who were certainly not friendly,
and of whose language he knew not a word; and,
worst of all, he was separated, perhaps for ever, from
the friend on whom, all unconsciously to himself, he
had so long leaned for support in all their difficulties
and dangers. Even though he and Barney should
succeed in escaping from the Indians, he felt—and
his heart was overwhelmed at the thought—that
in such a vast country there was not the shadow
of a chance that they should find each other. Under
the deep depression produced by these thoughts
Martin wandered on wearily, as if in a dream, taking
no interest in anything that occurred by the way.
At length, after several days’ fatiguing journey over
mountains and plains, they arrived at the Indian
village.

Here the warriors were received with the utmost
joy by the wives and children whom they had left
behind, and for a long time Martin was left almost
entirely to do as he pleased. A few days before, his

bonds had been removed, and once or twice he thought