Scarface went over to the forest and looked all about for the wolverene, but could not see him; so he sat down on a log to rest. "Alas, alas!" he cried; "wolverene, take pity on me. My food is gone, my moccasins are worn out; I fear I shall die.",
"Oh! so you can ride, then," says Lauderdale, alluding probably to the cause of his late merriment.,
He lifts his head here, and laughs aloud, a short, unmirthful laugh..
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