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 the answer; "though it will not, probably, carry off all the snow."

As he spoke, a few sharp clicks on the window-pane gave evidence that the storm had already begun.

"You had better tarry with us till morning," the young wife said.

"Thank you," he returned; "there is a point which I wish to visit to-night."

"Do any of your people live near?" she continued.

"There are a few scattered wigwams in this forest," he answered.

"But miles from here, I should suppose," she said.

"A few miles are not much to one of our race," he returned; and, with a bow of adieu, he closed the door behind him, and stepped out into the darkness.

The moon was wading through heavy clouds, and great, occasional drops of rain, mingled with