surprise,
beheld an Indian by his side, who was earnestly contemplating the
various packages of blankets, etc., and cases of powder, shot, and other
articles, which were opened around him.

"Why, who is this?" exclaimed Mr. Campbell, starting.

Martin and Alfred, who had their backs to him at the time of Mr.
Campbell's exclamation, turned round and beheld the Indian. He was an
elderly man, very tall and muscular, dressed in leggins and deer-skin
coat, a war eagle's feather, fixed by a fillet, on his head, and a
profusion of copper and brass medals and trinkets round his neck. His
face was not painted, with the exception of two black circles round his
eyes. His head was shaved, and one long scalp-lock hung behind him. He
had a tomahawk and a knife in his belt and a rifle upon his arm. Martin
advanced to the Indian and looked earnestly at him.

"I know his tribe," said Martin; "but not his name; but he is a chief
and a warrior."

Martin then spoke to him in the Indian tongue. The Indian merely gave an
"ugh" in reply.

"He does not choose to give his name," observed Martin; "and, therefore,
he is here for no good. Mr. Alfred, just fetch Malachi; he will know him
I dare say."

Alfred went to the house for Malachi; in the meantime the Indian
remained motionless, with his eyes fixed upon different articles exposed
to view.

"It's strange," observed Martin, "how he could have come here; but to be
sure neither Malachi nor I have been out lately."

Just as he had finished his remark, Alfred returned with Malachi.
Malachi looked at the Indian and spoke to him.

The Indian now replied in the Indian language.

"I knew him, sir," said Malachi, "the moment I saw his back. He's after
no good, and it's a thousand pities that he has come just now and seen
all this," continued Malachi; "it's a strong temptation."

"Why, who is he?" said Mr. Campbell.

"The Angry Snake, sir," replied Malachi. "I had no idea that he would be
in these parts before the meeting of the Indian council, which takes
place in another month, and then I meant to have been on the look-out
for him."

"But what have we to fear from him?"

"Well; that's to be proved; but this I can say, that he has his eyes
upon what appears to him of more value than all the gold in the
universe; and he's any thing but honest."

"But we have nothing to fear from one man," observed Alfred.

"His party ain't far off, sir," said Malachi. "He has some followers,
althou