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 I live; if you do, you must call and see me."

"My race are not thus given to approaching the abodes of the whites," he said.

"But you are not much Indian," she returned; "and, indeed, you might easily become one of us. I hope you will."

At these words, the young man turned away, and retraced his steps to the sitting-room. He saw the young lumber merchant approaching the door in company with a gentleman of middle age. The two entered. Little Mrs. Nesmith, with the baby in her arms, hastened forward to greet the new corner. Both husband and wife seemed delighted at sight of their guest.

After tossing and complimenting the baby a few moments, the gentleman looked toward Augustus Reid, and going up to him with extended hand, said:

"Why, how do you do?"

The youth seemed embarrassed and falteringly returned the salutation. The husband and wife