They say an Injin never forgits a kindness, and I s’pose they don’t, fur if you’re kind to one of ’em he’ll hunt you for a week, and never give up till he gets a lock of your ha’r to remember you by. The only trouble is that when he takes the lock he’s mighty sartin to take all thar is on your head.” “Then I suppose, Uncle Ruff, that the fellow I started off on a walk won’t be likely to forget me very soon?” “Not much; and while you’re ’bout it, you might jist as well hold him in remembrance. You see, Little Rifle,” continued Old Ruff, resuming his supper, “I never b’l’eve in murder--not at all; but when you’ve got your gun p’inted at a red-skin, and don’t feel like pulling the trigger, it’s a good idee to shet your eyes, hold your gun steady, and sneeze. When a man has his finger on the trigger, and onexpectedly sneezes, the gun is purty sartin to go off. I found that out when I was a little younker, and had a bow and arrer sighted at my dear old grandmother, wondering how near I could come to the end of her nose without hitting it, and not intendin’ to shoot at all. The old lady jist then had her snuffbox out, and I s’pose some of it got into my norsetrils; fur I fetched a sneeze that like to have blowed my nose off, and when I got over the a’rthquake that had shook me to pieces, I see’d my grandmother picking up the only three teeth that she had left, from the floor. Afore I could ax her pardon, the old man come in. I remember he had been digging in the garden, and carried a spade in his hand. Wal,” added the old joker, with a sigh, “I won’t describe the incidents that follered; suffice it to say that I warn’t able to set down for two weeks, and I don’t s’pose I’ll forgit that little episode as long as I live.” “Perhaps if I live all my life in these woods,” said Little Rifle, in a voice of unconscious sadness, “I may come to look upon life as you do; but I can not do so just yet.” “You ain’t going to live here all your life,” said the hunter, with such abruptness that the lad looked up inquiringly into his face, as if he failed to get the full import of his words. “You’re getting to be quite a likely-sized youngster, and it’s time that you see’d something more of the world than you can see in these parts, though a chap can see a powerful sight when he looks toward the mountains. I’m going on East arter the summer is over, and I’ll take you with me. You’ll see sights then that I reckon will make you open your eyes.” “There is one sight which I often wonder whether I shall ever be given to look upon.” “What’s that?”