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deposited the body of the unfortunate man, and then
remounting their horses, rode away and left him in
his lonely resting-place.

For many days did Martin and Barney travel
through the land on horseback, now galloping over
open campos, anon threading their way through the
forest, and sometimes toiling slowly up the mountain
sides. The aspect of the country varied continually
as they advanced, and the feelings of excessive hilarity
with which they commenced the journey began to
subside as they became accustomed to it.

One evening they were toiling slowly up a steep
range of hills which had been the prospect in front of
them the whole of that day. As they neared the
summit of the range Martin halted at a stream to
drink, and Barney advanced alone. Suddenly Martin
was startled by a loud ery, and looking up he saw
Barney on his knees with his hands clasped before
him. Rushing up the hill, Martin found his comrade
with his face flushed and the tears coursing down his
cheeks as he stared before him.

“Look at it, Martin, dear!” he cried, starting up
and flinging his cap in the air, and shouting like a
madman. “The say! my own native illiment! the
beautiful ocean! Och, darlint, my blessin’ on ye!
Little did I think to see you more—hooray !”

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