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ranean allowed me to have the cage open for a few hours at a time, when Hubert was eating his meals, having first stretched cables across the deck to prevent the curious passengers from coming too near my pet. As soon as the door was opened, Hubert came out, and after thanking me for the privilege, after his fashion, and given me as many tokens of his regard as the circumstances would permit, he walked up and down the deck as far as his chain would allow him to go. Then he ate his breakfast, which usually consisted of a beefsteak of about ten pounds, and having completed his ablutions, and made his toilet, he would lie down in the sun to take a nap. When the hour of recreation was passed, he entered his cell, deafening us a little with his complaints against the narrowness of his berth, and then awaited very patiently his dinner time.

Upon reaching Toulon, we separated, he to go to Marseilles, and I to see my family. I was soon in the arms of those I loved best on earth; and yet all the while, in spite of my occupations and pleasures, I felt a void that nothing could fill. Hubert was ever at my side, if not in person, at least in spirit; and I constantly mistook the sound of the mountain torrents for the first low tones of his voice. I could not stay away from him any longer, and returned to Marseilles.

XXXV. —THE SAME, CONCLUDED.

ALTHOUGH it had been only a few weeks since I had left my child, I could not help feeling shocked at the change that was apparent in his whole bearing. He was no longer the same being. After the first joy of meeting had passed, he relapsed into the same mournful indifference. His look seemed to say to me, "Why did you leave me? Where am I? Where are they taking me to? You have come back, but will you stay?"

I was so much moved by his mute eloquence, that I could not remain in the room with him, but left it abruptly. As I

went out, I heard him bounding in his cage, roaring with anger. I hastened back to his side, when he became calm, and laid himself down against the bars, where I could pat him with my hand. In a little while he went to sleep with my arm resting on his head, and I stole away on tiptoe, so as not to trouble his repose. Sleep is the great oblivion, as well for the lion as for man.

The next time I saw Hubert was at the Garden of Plants, in Paris, on the first day of January, 1848. I was accompanied by a lady and her daughter, who desired to be present at my first interview with him.

On entering the department of the garden appropriated to wild animals, I was astonished at the narrow limits in which they were obliged to live, in mortal repose, and repelled by the pestilential odor that exhaled from the dens, which the hyenas and other unclean beasts might endure, but which most surely would kill the lions and panthers

animals with clean, sleek While I was slowly ap

skins, that are neatness personified. proaching the cage of my friend, thinking of the unpleasant subjects that had been suggested to my mind, he was lying down half asleep, regarding at intervals, with half shut eyes, the persons who were passing and repassing before him.

All of a sudden, he raised his head, his tail moved, his eyes dilated, a nervous motion contracted the muscles of his face. He had seen the uniform of the troop, but had not yet recognized his friend. Nevertheless, his searching eye scanned me from head to foot, as though seeking some point of recognition. I drew nearer and nearer, and no longer able to restrain my emotion, I stretched out my hand to him through the bars.

Without ceasing his earnest gaze, he applied his nose to my hand, and drew in knowledge with a long breath. At each inhalation his attitude became more noble, his look more satisfied and affectionate. Under the uniform that had been so dear to him, he began to recognize the friend of his heart. I felt that it needed only a single word to dissipate all doubt.

"Hubert," I said, as I laid my hand upon him, “my old soldier."

Not another word. With a furious bound and a roar of welcome, he sprang against the iron bars, that bent and shivered with the blow. My friends fled in terror, calling on me to do the same. Noble animal! you made the world tremble even in your ecstasies of pleasure. Hubert was standing with his cheek against the grating, attempting to break down the obstacle that separated us, magnificent to behold, as he shook the walls of the building with his roars of joy and rage.

His enormous tongue licked the hand that I abandoned to his caresses, while with his paws he gently tried to draw me to him. If any one attempted to come near, he fell into a frenzy of anger; and when the visitors fell back to a distance, he became calm and caressing as before, handling me with his huge paws, rubbing against the bars, and licking my hand, while every gesture, and sound, and look told of his joy and

his love.

I cannot tell how hard it was to part with him. Twenty times I came back to speak to him, and to try and make him understand that I was coming back again. And each time that I started to go, he shook the gallery with his bounds and heart-rending roars.

For some time I came every day to see my friend in his solitary prison house, and sometimes we passed several hours together in most affectionate intercourse. But after a little while, I noticed that he became sad and changed, and seemed utterly dispirited. I consulted the keepers of the garden, and they thought that it was owing to my visits, and his regret at my leaving him. I then tried to keep away, and gradually to accustom him to my absence, hoping to win him over to a calmer state of mind.

One fine day in the month of May, I entered the garden as usual. One of the keepers came forward, and respectfully saluting me, said with sorrow, "Do not come any more, sir; Hubert is dead." I turned on my heel, and hastened out of the garden, bowed down by heavy grief at the loss of my friend and the crowding memories of the past.

Thus died this child of the wilderness, that I had taken from his mother's breast, from the pure air of the mountain, from liberty and the widest dominion, to wither in a prison. In the forest he would have been living yet; civilization killed him.

Hereafter live and rule in absolute liberty, fierce sultans of Atlas! Never again will I raise my hand to bring you into slavery. What is the destruction that comes like the thunderbolt in the forest, beneath the midnight sky, to the slow agony of the prison house! Better, a thousand times, the iron ball of the hunter than the iron shackle of a jailer.

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[Hiawatha, whose first experiment in hunting is related a few lessons back, grows up into a tall and handsome young man, and begins to think of taking a wife. He had previously been into the land of the Dacotahs, and seen the ancient arrow maker, and his beautiful daughter, Minnehaha, or Laughing Water. Nokomis is his grandmother, by whom he had been brought up.]

"As unto the bow the cord is,

So unto the man is woman;

Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other."
Thus the youthful Hiawatha
Said within himself and pondered,
Much perplexed by various feelings,
Listless, longing, hoping, fearing,
Dreaming still of Minnehaha,
Of the lovely Laughing Water,
In the land of the Dacotahs.
“Wed a maiden of your people,"
Warning said the old Nokomis;
"Go not eastward, go not westward,

For a stranger, whom we know not.
Like a fire upon the hearthstone
Is a neighbor's homely daughter;
Like the starlight, or the moonlight,
Is the handsomest of strangers."
Thus dissuading spake Nokomis,
And my Hiawatha answered
Only this: "Dear old Nokomis,
Very pleasant is the firelight,
But I like the starlight better,
Better do I like the moonlight."
Gravely then said old Nokomis,
"Bring not here an idle maiden,
Bring not here a useless woman,
Hands unskilful, feet unwilling;
Bring a wife with nimble fingers,
Heart and hand that move together,
Feet that run on willing errands."
Smiling answered Hiawatha,
"In the land of the Dacotahs
Lives the arrow maker's daughter,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
Handsomest of all the women.
I will bring her to your wigwam;
She shall run upon your errands,
Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight,
Be the sunlight of my people."
Still dissuading, said Nokomis,
"Bring not to my lodge a stranger
From the land of the Dacotahs.
Very fierce are the Dacotahs ;

Often there is war between us,
There are feuds yet unforgotten,

Wounds that ache and still may open."

Laughing answered Hiawatha, "For that reason, if no other,

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