Gabriel Conroy

pitable trapper's half-breed family in the California Valley. Philip-gloomy, discontented, hateful of the quest he had undertaken, but still fulfilling his promise to

darted forward with a cry of recognition,

luntarily. He glanced rapidly around the group, and then in some embarrassment replied

you have come with relief like ourse

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are all dea

It was unnoticed by the surgeon, who was wh

an old messmate mine, whom I have not met before for two years. H

, and the cordial endorsement of the young surgeon, prepossessed the party instantly in

ople?" he venture

able to identify them all. The hut occupied by Dr. Devarges, whose body, buried in the snow, we have identified

oked at t

identified t

hing, which

changed her clothes for the suit

that?"

he occupants of the hut. We have accounted for all b

for them?" asked Phi

m that class of people?" said the

asked Philip a

at they otherwise couldn't get, and then report to Washington the incompetency of the military? Weren't they always getting up rows with the Indians and then sneakin

features, but somehow failed. Within the last half-hour his instinctive fastid

ld be strong only in proportion to their physical strength, and losing everything with th

ut you were speaking of this girl, G

ter's blanket in her arms, as if the wretches had stolen the dying child from the dead girl's

resigned fro

nd you a

lo

know, is an official inquiry, based upon the alleged clairvoyant quality of our friend B

ire-qualities that had lightened the weariness of the mess-table of Fort Bobadil-that the young men were both presently laughing. Two or three of the party who had been engaged in laying out the unburied bodies, and talking in whispers, hearing these fine gentlemen make light of the calamity in w

uch else. He was proud of his friend-proud of the impression he had made among the rude unlettered men with whom he was forced by the conditions of frontier democracy to associate on terms of equality. And Philip, though young, was accustomed to have his friends proud of him. Indeed, he always felt some complac

to the ca?on, and had felt a thankfulness for the unexpected tragedy that had, as he believed, con

apers and collections worth our

had an opportunity to air his general sc

to the living Dr. Devarges, they might minister to his vanity, and please the

ached the spot Nature seemed to have already taken the same cynical view; the metallic case was already deeply sunken in the