_Wolves attack the horses, and Cameron circumvents the wolves--A bear-hunt, in which Henri shines conspicuous--Joe and the "Natter-list"--An alarm--A surprise and a capture_. CHAPTER XXII. _Charlie's adventures with savages and bears--Trapping life_. CHAPTER XXIII. _Savage sports--Living cataracts--An alarm--Indians and their doings--The stampede--Charlie again_. CHAPTER XXIV. _Plans and prospects--Dick becomes home-sick, and Henri metaphysical--The Indians attack the camp--A blow-up_. CHAPTER XXV. _Dangers of the prairie--Our travellers attacked by Indians, and delivered in a remarkable manner_. CHAPTER XXVI. _Anxious fears followed by a joyful surprise--Safe home at last, and happy hearts_. CHAPTER XXVII. _Rejoicings--The feast at the block-house--Grumps and Crusoe come out strong--The closing scene_. THE DOG CRUSOE. CHAPTER I. _The backwoods settlement--Crusoe's parentage, and early history--The agonizing pains and sorrows of his puppyhood, and other interesting matters_. The dog Crusoe was once a pup. Now do not, courteous reader, toss your head contemptuously, and exclaim, "Of course he was; I could have told _you_ that." You know very well that you have often seen a man above six feet high, broad and powerful as a lion, with a bronzed shaggy visage and the stern glance of an eagle, of whom you have said, or thought, or heard others say, "It is scarcely possible to believe that such a man was once a squalling baby." If you had seen our hero in all the strength and majesty of full-grown doghood, you would have experienced a vague sort of surprise had we told you--as we now repeat--that the dog Crusoe was once a pup--a soft, round, sprawling, squeaking pup, as fat as a tallow candle, and as blind as a bat. But we draw particular attention to the fact of Crusoe's having once been a pup, because in connection with the days of his puppyhood there hangs a tale. This peculiar dog may thus be said to have had two tails--one in connection with his body, the other with his career. This tale, though short, is very harrowing, and as it is intimately connected with Crusoe's subsequent history we will relate it here. But before doing so we must beg our reader to accompany us beyond the civilized portions of the United States of America--beyond the frontier settlements of the "far west," into those wild prairies which are watered by the great Missouri River--the Father of Waters--and his numerous tributaries. Here dwell the Pawnees, the Sioux, the Delawarers, the Crows, the Blackfeet, and many other tribes of Red Indians, who are gradually retreating step by step towards the Rocky Mountains as the advancing white man cuts down their trees and ploughs up their prairies. Here, too, dwell the wild horse and the wild ass, the deer, the buffalo, and the badger; all, men and brutes alike, wild as the power of untamed and ungovernable passion can make them, and free as the wind that sweeps over their mighty plains.