chain, which connected with a watch hid in a pocket of his breeches, whence depended a larger chain of steel, supporting in turn three splendid gold seals and two keys.  His nether garments were breeches, leggins, and moccasins, all of deer skin, and without ornament.  His hat, not unlike those of the present day, was on this occasion graced with a red feather, which protruded above the crown, and corresponded well with his general appearance.

The Indian companions of this individual were not remarkable for any thing, unless it might be ferocity of expression.  They were habited, with but one exception, like those previously described, and evidently belonged to the same tribe.  This exception was a large, athletic, powerful Indian, rather rising of six feet, around whose waist was a finely worked wampum belt, over whose right shoulder, in a transverse direction, extended a red scarf, carelessly tied under the left arm, and in whose nose and ears were large, heavy rings, denoting him to be either a chief or one in command.  His age was about thirty; and his features, though perhaps less ferocious than some of his companions, were still enough so to make him an object of dread and fear.  His forehead was low, his eye black and piercing, and his nose rather flat and widely distended at the nostrils.  He was called Peshewa:  Anglice, Wild cat.

As the prisoners of the latter party came in sight of those of the former, there was a general start and exclamation of surprise; while the sad faces of each showed how little pleasure they felt in meeting each other under such painful circumstances.  The last comers, as the reader has doubtless conjectured, were Algernon and Ella.  Immediately on their entering the ravine, as previously recorded, they had been set upon by savages, their horses shot from under them, and themselves made captives.  This result, however, as regards Algernon, had not been effected without considerable effort on the part of his numerous enemies.  At the first fire, his horse fell; but disentangling himself, and drawing his pistols, he sprung upon the side of his dying beast, and discharged them both at his nearest foes—­one of which took effect, and sent a warrior to his last account.  Then leaping in among them, he drew his knife and cut madly about him until secured; though doubtless he would have been tomahawked on the spot, only that he might be reserved for the tortures, when his brutal captors should arrive at their destination.  Meantime the animal which bore the lovely Ella, being wounded by the same fire which killed her companion’s, bounded forward some twenty paces, when a blow on the head with a tomahawk laid him prostrate, and she was secured also.  The party then proceeded to bury the dead, at some little distance, and start upon their journey, to join their companions—­which latter we have just seen accomplished.

As soon as mutual recognitions had passed between the prisoners, the individual habited in the British uniform stepped forward, and said, jocosely: