S A‘LIHIMIILIHII‘. H V _ ‘1 \\' Copyright-d. [885, by BIADLI nu) ADAMI. Entered n "In Pun, ()flh'u at New York, N. Y., M Sucnml Cluu Mu” Mun". Aug. 1*). 1555. W . ,7 h” '4 . . m V — V01. $3J’0 ubllshed Weekly by madle and Adams, Fh’lcrllftfihh No. 83' II Yeflr- Nu. {m WILLIAM Sm. NEW YORK. CANADA CHE ,3122.,fi‘iliflfiif‘fiffifl‘fff; BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR 011' “DEADWOOD DICK " Novmm, “ Rnsmmx) mm ” NOVELS, ma, ETC. ‘ J: .1 4%: ’ ,7» / / AND THE BRUTAL GUARD, LE GURC, WAS 0}! HAND, WITH HIS TERRIBLE \VHIP, WHICH HE SEEMED TO TAKE DELIGHT IN PLAYING OVER THE BACKS OF THE OFFENDERS. Canada Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief. Canada Chet, THE coumnnmrnn CHEF; 011. 01d Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp. A Tale of Two Boys’ Adventures. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, Amos. or " nnnnwooo DICK " sevens AND “ ROSEBUD non ” NOVELS. CHAPTER I. ran some anvsn'rrmsns‘.‘ WARNING BY A GIRL. Tan past autumn was one of great beauty up in the far Northwest. Warm weather prevailed longer than any previous season for a number of years, and consequently Nature was in her loveliest moods. The prairies were growing d and dun-hued, and the trees were be nnln to ratt e down their leaves as the result of t e ear y frost, when we open our romance in a location as hitherto quite neglected by the pen of the novelist and voracious historian—i. a, in the British possessions to the northwest of Min- nesota. A land of singular beauty, with its vast rolling prairies, its level plains. its vast tracts of lsitent forest, its numerous clear streams and lake- e s. The day we have chosen for the opening of our romance was a. calm sunny one in the early part of October, witha gentle but invigorating breeze stir- ring down from the boreal re ions over the dun p ties and through the great si ent forests. A soft moody haze hun about the horizon, while old Sol looked down smilmgly, doubtless t) see his round, good-natured countenance reflected in the bosom of crystal lake or flowing stream. Two boys in a boat were leisurely descending a stream which ran through a dense forest of hemlocks and pine, and which was both wide and deep, the waters flowing sluggishly. On either hand naught was in view but the d ense and dismal stretch of timber; even the sky was al- most hidden by the overhanging branches. As their boat. a light gayly-painted skiff, with two sets of oars, drifted alon at will of the current. the two youths gazed a'roun in awed silence, with an occasional glance at each other, in which were ex- pressed wonder and anxiety. The foremost youth. about eighteen years of age. was of a full, supple form, and fair. good-natur'd few. but was not handsome. His eyes were brown and sparkling, and his hair a half-shade lighter. He wasnttired in a handsome and serviceabla bunting- suit, and equipped with a Winchester rifle. of the Centennial model, while his revolvers were fine wea- pons. Ammunition was carried in one of two lea- thern bags. which were strapped to his back. His companion was evidently about a year older, and in form was something of a curiosity. He tow- ered aloft to the measure of six and a half feet, when standln in his boots, and was literally a living skele- ton As is skin was simply drawn over the bones. with not a pound of superfluous flesh in his make-up. Hisuolothel sat loosely upon him, and his boots were the only thing that fitted him. and they were number 145. in face he was thin and inchedas in form, with. sallnw complexion. and ittle greenish eyes thatpeered strangelv from their sockets. Ee wasa remarkable contrast to strong, sturdy Hal Dayton, his companion. looking old enough to be his father. His nam». was Dave Laam, or as he was better known. Big Track; for it Was declared that no man in the Northwest could fill his tracks, with a human foot. ‘ What should bring these two contrasts together. and so far out in the Northwestern wilderness can be readily explained, in a few words. Both were sons of wealthy merchants, in Ottawa, Canada. Being possessed of an adventurous spirit, their parents had equipped them, and sent them into the wilds supposln of course, that a couple of weeks would satisfy t eir desire for “roughing it." when they would then return gladly and settle down to business. But neither Hal nor Big Track had any desire to return until they had seen all there was to see, and consequently we now behold them many hundred miles irom their homes, in the wilds of a thinly set- tled tract of the British possessions. For the last twenty-four hours, they had been fol- lowing the course of the stream, in the hopes of mm erging again into the settled district of Quinnebog, which they believed to lie south of them. But the forest was seemingly endless. “By Jinks, I’m gettin’ tired o' ridin’ along this way." said Dave Laam, as he glanced at his elegant watch. “ It‘s gettin’ on toward night again, and we ain't out of the woods by a long shot. My joints predict rheumatiz. unless we get out 0‘ here." ' "How much grub have you got in your pouch?" queried Hal. " Nary a crumb l" v “Cease uently we've got to shoot the first living object the turns up, or go hungry. Mv appetite is now havin a tussle with my backbone." " ‘Twon’ do to shoot," Biz Track assured, “for. don‘t you remember they told us up at the Forks about old Sitting Bullfs being up hereabouts?" “ Hang old Sitting Bulli Ho ain’t afraid of me, nor I of him. I‘ll run the risk, you bet, rather than suffer the angs of hunger." “ an‘t We fish?“ “Bother the flshl Haven't we subsisth on fish diet for the last twenty-four hours? I‘m going to shoot something that walks or files. be it bird, beast or IW‘un." “ ell. at least let’s row on down the stream fur- ther. and see if somethi won’t turn up. Micawber fashion. We’ve got two ours at least before sun~ se . . They mechanically seized the oars and shot the boat along over the smooth, even sur ace. The dips of their paddles and the rustling of the leaves amou the branches overhead were the only sounds that roke the monotony of the somber sur- roundings. After pulling on for an hour. steadily, they again shl pod their ears. as if by one impulse. e trees had grown a trifle more open, and light came do_wn from ahead. But this was not what caused Hal Dayton to svizc Big Track by the arm, and point to the eastern shore. "Look! look!" he whispered, excitedly, “See itéielrepgn the bank. Who in the name of Jupiter can 9. Big Track looked as directed, and beheld a white horse standing upon the bank in plain view—a noble, snowy stallion. handsomely ca arisone‘d. and mount- ed by a young girl, and a w ite one at that, even though her attire was that of an Indian princess. She was young—less than Hal‘s own age, with a graceful. willowy form, and a round. pretty face,- glowing brightly with health, a tempting mouth, large, sparkl ng eyes, and hair of abrown hue. which fell in waves to a tapering waist. Her costume was gay. yet modest, and richly spangled with Indian beadwork and gold and silver ornaments, solid bands of gold encircling her wrists. A ride of Ballard‘s flne make lay in front of her, across the saddle. Altogether she made up a strange pictuze to view in the heart of a far northwestern ores ' Big Track muttered an admiring egaculntlon as-he caught sight of the fair 0 unstnan. . although he was anything but beaut ul himself. he had a keen appreciation of all that was. ‘ . ; .Z‘h‘ Canada. Chet. the Counterfelter Chief. 8 “Who is it?" Happy Hal asked, excitedly. “ Jovel she‘s a reg‘lar beauty." " She looks like an Indian queen or princess." Bi Track re lied. in a low tone. " But don’t you goan get struc after her.“ “hWhy not, you cheeky? Who’s got a better ri t? 3‘No one; but you‘d stand no show. Beauty like mine always wins;" and the young lanky rolled his tongue about in his cheek in a manner that made him doubly ludicrous. The girl (-questrlan still maintained her position on the bank. and watched the trifling canoe containing 11:11 and Dave. “ 1 pro ose we pull toward her. and have an inter- view. S e‘s white, clean out an I out. and probably she can speak U1 ited States.” said Dave. Accordingly they pulled toward the bank. and she did not change her position, nor did her horse stir. When they were a few feet from the bank, Ha py Hal arose to his feet. dotted his hat and bowed ow. In reply. 3. low musical laugh came back that caused gallant Hal to redden. _The strange equestrienne was looking at him cu- riousxy. “The young pale-face docs honor to Hazel Eye. the Lily of the i‘orest.” she said. “ Wh is it so? ' “ We are surprised at iindinga young ady in these desolate surroundings, and thought we’d ask about you.” Hal managed to stamnier, for the steady. un- flinchng gaze of the forest princess had literally ahaslied his sx-lf—possession. _ “The )alo-face is inquisitive, but is not the first one of t e same characteristics,” was the reply. “ To one and all, Hazel Eye has no word of explana- tion." “Oh! just as you please about that. But aren't you afraid to be alone in the forest, un rotucted?” “ Nol Hazel Eye knows not fear in the forest alone, for it is her lmm~-her hunting-grounds. She heard of the pale-faces’ coming. and she came hither to worn them that the are surrounded by dangers. To retreat incaus dost i; to advance is perilous.” “ Phewi you don‘t say so." and Hal gave vent to a whistle. “Who’s going to hurt us—a couple inno- cent babes in the timber?n “ The young pale-faces have many enemies unv known to them. The great chief, Sitting Bull. is now monarch of those forests. and his warriors count many. He has learned of the two young pale-faces, and wants their scalps.” “The blasted old son-of—a-spa-cnokl Say. Fatty, what do you say to parting With the upper circum- ference of your globe?" . “ l‘d rather not. for a chowe,” Big Track replied, with a cadaverous smile. “ Just my fix, too. Sav, look here. Miss Hazel Evei what grudge has old Sitting Bull got against the top-knots of a couple 0‘ young roosters of our caliber?" “Sitting Bull is a mighty warrior.” the girl re- plied, “ and he counts his conquests by the hun- dreds. He is a bitter foe to the white race: he hates them as the snake hates fire. They drove him from his hunting-grounds. and he came hither; and he has sworn to kill eve ale-face who invades these hunting-grounds. w to he claims as his own.” “ But. is there not a settlement below here. some- where?” “ Yes: the pale-face’ settlement of Quinnebog. or the Choppings. lie not far below. And it is there the voung pale-faces are bound?” “Exactly. And why does he not war upon these settl ~rs of the Choppinzs?" "Because the number many sturdy woodsmen and their fami es. and are strong. Besides. they were here before Sitting Bull came, and are not at war with him and his braves." “ How many braves has he?” “ Many- but all are not Sioux. Some are rene- gades wit painted faces, some are pf other tribes." “You seem to know all about it. young lady," observed Big Truck; " you must belong to old Sit- ting Bull‘s caravan." ‘ Hazel Eye is a child of the forest. She has none to stay her; she comes and goes at pleasure; she be.- longs to no one." “ But. see here, there is no Injun about on?" “ No Indian blood flows in the veins of he Forest Lily." was the reply. . ‘ Then you are a friend to the whites, I take it. Give us your advice what we'd best do." “Hazel Eye has no advice. to give the pale-face youths. The come from a great distance into the wilderness w ere there are many perils. They are armed, and are youn and strong. Hazel Eye has onl to warn them 0 the warriors of Sitting Bull an of Canada Chet. of Beaver Lake." “ Who is Canada Chet?" “ The great Canadian trapper, who takes many skins each year. He, too. knows of the coming of the ale-face youths. and swears to drown them if he catc ies them near the great village of the Beaver.” “ Well. lvt hiin drown. We‘ve heard bi stories about this Beaver Lake, and we’re the very da who are wing to see it and trap therel" Hal cried, inde- pcm cntly. "The words of the pale-face are very brave, but Canada Chat is a powerful enemy; ' “Pshawl ye don’t know us] 6 can lick half-a— dozen Canadians in a fair fight. S’pose we’d best slope for Quinnebog, eh?" ‘ The pale-faces must guide their own actions. Hazel Eye has 5 okcn." and with these words. she turned and rode ack into the forest. “ Sa-a 1 Hold onl Don’t be in a hurry." saluted Happy al. But there only came back. in answer, a laugh, and the Forest Lily was out of sight. I-lal then turned to his companion. “ Well Fatt . what's to he done? It looks kind as if it would be ealthier for us in Ottawa about this time. don’t it, than in this howling wilderness. eh?" “ No. We’ve just arrived at the Mecca of our de- sires. where we can get our fill of adventure and-— Indiana 1“ ' He pointed as he spoke into the wood on the west~ on side of the stream; then suddenly slid flat into the bottom of the skiff, pulling Hal unceremonious- ly after him. Not a moment too soon. The next instant several rifles cracked; bullets whizzed close over the sides of the boat, and the re- ports echoed and re- echoed through the great silent aisles of the forest. CHAPTER II. A nnmx or MILx— FUGITIVES STILL. Tan rifle-shots were accompanied by wild galls. and carefully peering over the side of t 9 has , B Track beheld the western shore swarming wit ainted red-skins, who were about descending into be water. _ “ The varmints are goin’ to swim out fer us," he said to Ha py Hal. who was crouching flat in the bottom of t e canoe. “We’re in a confounded fix and no mistake." “ Hark: what does this mean? The sound of horse’s footfalls upon the left shore. Can Hazel Eye have returned?“ “I‘ll be hanged if she hasn‘t!” Dave replied, joy- fully. “ Hark! she is addressing the lnjuns." It was even so. The Forest Lily had returned. and her voice rung out across the water. her words di- rected to the red-skins. who had suddenly ceased their yelling as she appeared upon the eastern bank. “ Stopl what means this outra e? Have not the warriors of Sitting Bull had enoug of warfare for one day, when their hands have become stained thrice over with human blood, and another fair slave has been added to their chief's lodge? Away! awayl I say and war not against the young pale-faced Hazel Eye has a oken " “ The words 0 Forest Lily are of great wisdom,” 4 Canada. Chet, ‘the said a stalwart youn buck, who was clad in the uniform of an under c let, “ but Mink Cap is a chief nearly as great as the greatsitting Bull, under whom he serves and he cannot bow at the words of the Forest Lily." " Then may the Demon of the Forest invoke his wrath upon youi" the girl cried, sharply. At this the red-skins seemed to shrink in terror, as if some isonous reptile had been dropped in their midst. hey shook their heads with guttural excla- mat ons. “The words of the Forest Lily are stern and re- buldng. What would she have Mink Cap and his warriors do?“ the chief demanded, from across the stream. “Hazel Eye would have Mink Cap and his war- riors give u this warfare against the two pale-faces, and return 0 their village " was the reply. “ If they disobey the Forest Lily, she will surely invoke the wrath of the Woods Demon upon them. “Then it shall be as the Girl Ranger wills," Mink Cap re lied. “The warriors of Sitting Bull shall return 0 their lodges, and suffer the pale-face dogs to escape.“ . The young chief spoke to his men, and all with- drew into the edge of the forest, where they saluted the girl rider, upon the opposite shore, and then dis- apfieared into t e de ths of the timber. azel Eye watch them keenly until they had disa poured; then sho turned her eyes upon Hal 11:3. ave Laam, who had resumed their seats in the s . “The pale-faces are at liberty to go now, and had best make the most of the opp .rtimity,“ she said, waviug her fair hand down the river. “The red- man is as treacherous as the tarantula. of the South. and the oung pale-faces have not seen the last of them. at them go." “ You bet your life we will, Miss Hazel Eye!“ Ha&pyHal assured. ” We haven't got much time to ank ye now, but we‘ll make up for it, some other time. ‘ ’ "' Hazel Eye asks not for thanks of the pale- faces.” was the reply, and waving her hand, she wheeled her horse about and rode away into the wil- derness. “Now for a grand get up and get!" said Hal, seizing and locking his oars while Biz Track push- 313103 from the shore against which the boat had ft . t “lItf” we get caught again, it sha'n’t be our an . I Selling the ears. both laid to with a will, and the skill shot along out into the deep silent stream like an arrow. Over the waters they glided. swiftly keeping a lookout on either side for red-skins. For, had not Hazel Eye said as much as that an Indian could not be trusted? They kept on until it was about the hour of sun- set. when they suddenly found‘ the river merged into a lakelet of several miles in wi