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and brought down on himself the little girl’s
utmost indignation.

“Of course, we'll take it Jim! Why we’re
not Indians, to leave the poor little thing to die,
or be eaten up—why Jim!”

Even Jim had to admit that they could not
leave the baby on the river bank, and he was
afraid to take the time to go back to the camp
and try and discover where the Indian family
had disappeared to. It did not seem an impos-
sible thing to him that they had abandoned the
baby when their food was scarce, though why
should they do it when they still had a sack of
pemmican?

Well, if they had to take it he supposed
they must, but it struck him that it was going
to be hard to steer the canoe with a fidgetty
child and a restless baby in the stern, par-
ticularly if they met rough water.

“We'll upset with that thing, sure,” he said,
touching the basket with his foot.

“Then let’s take the baby out and I'll hold
him tight in my arms.” This idea pleased
Betty.

It seemed the best thing to do, for the basket
was too big and clumsy for Betty to hold. And

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