feet and, seizing our guns, stood ready to fire at a moment’s warning.  “Halloo!” cried a deep voice, just outside our camp, but instead of answering it we nerved ourselves for a desperate encounter, feeling assured that several Indians were lurking outside our tent.  “Halloo, white brudder, come out,” cried the same voice in broken English.  We consulted for a moment and finally decided to trust, for once, to Indian faith.  Ralph first stepped forth and demanded in no very amiable voice, what was wanting.  “Come out white brudder,” was the answer.  After assuring ourselves that there was but one person near we walked forward and found a large Indian sitting by the fire, both hands spread before the flame to protect his eyes from the light, that his keen gaze might rest unmolested upon us.  As soon as he saw us a writhing grin spread over his painted features, and rising he offered us each his hand in a very friendly manner.  The Indian drew from his belt a large pipe, gaudily painted, and from which depended a profusion of wampum, beads, and eagles’ feathers.  He lighted the pipe, and after taking a whiff, passed it to Ralph, who, following his example, passed it to me.  After taking a puff I handed it to the Indian, who replaced it in his belt.  This very important ceremony being finished, the Indian made known his business.  After bestowing a thousand anathemas upon his red brethren, he informed us that he had left the red man forever, and was willing to join his white brothers, and to wage an exterminating warfare against his own kindred.  We strove to extort from him the cause of this ebullition of passion, but he only shook his head in reply to our questions, and uttered a guttural “ough.”  We at first suspected him of some treacherous plot; but there was such an air of candor and earnestness in the communication he now made, that we threw aside all suspicion and confided in him.  He stated that there was a large party of Indians in our rear, who had been tracking us for several hours; and that it was their intention early in the morning to surround us, and take us prisoners for victims at the stake; “but,” said he, “if my white brudder will follow his red brudder he will lead him safe.”  We instantly signified our willingness to trust ourselves to his guidance, and, shouldering our blankets and guns, we left our camp, and followed our guide due north at a rapid gait.  For several miles we strode through the thick woods, every moment scratching our faces and tearing our clothing, with the thick tangled brush through which we had to pass, but considering this of minor importance we hurried on in silence, save when we intruded too near the nest of the nocturnal king of the forest, when a wild hoot made us start and involuntarily grasp our rifles.  “Sit on this log and eat,” said our red guide.  Finding our appetites sharpened by vigorous exercise, we sat on the log and commenced our repast, when our guide suddenly sprang from his seat, and with a hideous