" ...]been so rude before. "It's a death song. Look out, mates. Au guet, camarades " with a great shout, "This red nigger's turned 'bad '" The savage responded to the accusation by a defiant whoop. Fifty different spots sent up its echo, and what seemed wolves bounded up out of the snow here and there in the gathering gloom. It was too late for the hunters to attempt a seizure of the steersman. Already they were paralyzed, as they had partly arisen,...