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What might have been a dreadful tragedy

ended in a piece of good fortune for the
travellers.
. When the hatchet had been buried, meta-
phorically speaking and elaborate and apolo-
getic explanations had been made all round,
Eaglewing, the Indian, volunteered to show his
good will by letting the travellers have the food
he had refused them on the previous day.

“But we can’t give you powder and shot,”
they explained, “nor firewater, nor even
matches, for we haven’t any to spare. We
have only the blankets that you saw before and
the two good knives.”

“It is enough, my brother,” Eaglewing as-
sured Jacques. “Yesterday poor Indian have
no food——one little sack pemmican—tha’s
all. Today me and my son Owl Face, we kill
two wapiti and two brown deer. We have now
plenty food after very good hunt, and so we
give one deer and some pemmican to our white
brothers!” -

In this way the whole series of misfortunes
ended in their securing the much needed pro-
visions, and although they had to divide their
supplies with the other raft, they hoped that

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