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was."

      "You left it after spending some days there on your return from a journey you had undertaken to the far west, in search of a rich auriferous placer?"

      "It is true."

      "During that expedition, full of strange and terrible incidents, two men accompanied you?"6

      "Yes; a Canadian hunter and a Comanche chief."

      "Very good. The hunter's name was Belhumeur, the chief's Eagle-head, I think?"

      "They were."

      "Do you not remember revealing to Belhumeur (a worthy and honourable hunter, by the way) the reason of the gloomy sorrow that devours you, and for what motives, mere vague suspicions though they were, you had come to Mexico in order to look for your dearest friend, from whom you had been separated so many years?"

      "Yes, I remember telling him all that."

      "The rest is not difficult to comprehend. I have known Belhumeur many years, and Heaven brought us together during a hunt on the Rio Colorado. One night, while seated at the fire, where our supper was roasting, after talking about a thousand indifferent things, Belhumeur, whom you had left only a few days previously, began by degrees to talk about you. At first, absorbed in my own thoughts, I paid but slight attention to his recital; but when he described to me your meeting with Count de Lhorailles in the desert, your name, uttered by Belhumeur unintentionally, made me tremble. It was then my turn to cross-question him. When I had learned everything, by making him tell the story twenty times over, my resolution was immediately formed, and two days later I set out on your track. For three months I have been following you, and have at last come up with you – this time, I hope, never to part again," he added with a stifled sigh. "Still I do not know what has occurred to you during the last three months. Tell me what you have been about. I am listening."

      "Yes, I will tell you all. My object, indeed, in seeking you was to demand the fulfilment of a solemn promise."

      The hunter's brow grew dark, and he frowned.

      "Speak," he said; "I am listening. As for the promise to which you allude, when the moment has arrived I shall know how to fulfil it."

      "The sun is rising," Louis answered with a sad smile; "I must pay the proper attention to my herd."

      "I will help you. You are right; those poor brutes must not be neglected."

      At this moment the gloom was dispersed as if by enchantment; the sun appeared radiant on the horizon; and thousands of birds of every variety, hidden beneath the foliage, gaily celebrated its advent by singing their matin hymn to it.

      Don Cornelio and Curumilla shook off the torpor of sleep, and opened their eyes. The Indian chief rose, and walked toward Valentine with that slow and majestic step peculiar to him.

      "Brother," the latter said, taking the Araucanian's hand in his own, "I was not alone in my search for you. I had near me a friend whose heart and arm never failed me, and whom I have ever found ready to help me in weal and woe."

      Don Louis gazed doubtfully at the man whom the hunter pointed out to him, and who stood motionless and stoical before him. Gradually his features were expanded, his memory returned, and he affectionately offered his hand to the Indian, saying with deep emotion, —

      "Curumilla, my brother!"

      At this proof of memory and friendship, after the lapse of so many years – this frank and true emotion on the part of a man to whom he had already given so many marks of devotion – the crust of ice that surrounded the Indian's heart suddenly melted, his face assumed an earthy hue, and a convulsive tremor agitated all his limbs.

      "Oh, my brother Louis!" he exclaimed with an accent impossible to describe.

      A sob resembling a roar burst from his chest; and, ashamed of having thus betrayed his weakness, the chief turned quickly away, and hid his face in the folds of his robe.

      Like all primitive and energetic natures, this man, on whom adversity had no effect, was moved like a weak child by the immense joy he experienced at seeing once again Don Louis, the man whom Valentine loved more than a brother, and whose absence he had so long lamented.

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      Let us live without annoyance in a happy calm: playing is my star, singing and laughing.

      2

      When the spangled birds are dumb, and the attentive earth listens to the rivers that bear their tribute to the sea by the weak light – .

      3

      He knows not where to look; he fears or distrusts everything. If he is afraid of the anger

1

Let us live without annoyance in a happy calm: playing is my star, singing and laughing.

2

When the spangled birds are dumb, and the attentive earth listens to the rivers that bear their tribute to the sea by the weak light – .

3

He knows not where to look; he fears or distrusts everything. If he is afraid of the anger of Heaven, why did he insult it?

4

See the "Tiger Slayer." Same publishers.

5

These two characters have been introduced in another work by our author, and are old friends to French readers.

6

See "The Tiger Slayer." Same publishers.

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