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210 | JOSE. Ten times the same experiment had been repeated before Baumann’s eyes—ten horses were lying motionless in the grass, as by some supernatural agency, when the hunter at last paused in his work. He only appeared to renew his preparations, how- ever. After a brief pause he resumed his silent operation, steadily moving along the line of the lodges and in a stealthy, mysterious manner, deal- ing death to every animal, until he arrived at the wigwam that had been designated by Baumann as the one containing Green. Two of the animals that were tied here were standing upright, while the third was lying down. Bob stole on and did not resume his work until reaching the adjacent lodge— meeting with ever the same exhibition of joyful yearning on the part of the horses as soon as he ap- proached, and resulting in the same convulsive death whenever he stroked their nostrils in the manner described. Baumann had twice chanced upon the rigid body of a dead dog in the course of his progress, but in view of that which was tran- spiring a few paces away, the mysterious extermi- nation of these guardians of the encampment, in which the Indians were doubtless reposing the ut- most confidence, seemed scarcely a noteworthy cir- cumstance. Bob pursued his way, dealing destruc- tion, and at times pausing and seemingly renewing his preparations, until he reached the last wigwam and the last horse lay stretched in death. Still nothing disturbed the silence of the moonlit night—not a red man knew that the destroyer had entered the village. The hunter had scarcely reached the last wig- wam, after completing his work of destruction, when he swiftly returned to the centrally located Eomichooks, co m