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Edward Sylvester Ellis Bill Biddon, Trapper; or, Life in the Northwest

Ah! there was the fate of Nat, my companion, still shrouded in obscurity. I determined to question her at once in regard to him.
“Imogene, although this is hardly the proper moment, I cannot help questioning you about the fate of a friend of mine.”
“I know to whom you refer,” she answered, quickly. “I have heard him speak of you, but he does not know of your existence. He is a captive like yourself, save that he seems perfectly contented with his fate.”
“Thank heaven! it seems indeed that a wonderful Providence is watching over all of us.”
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Edward Sylvester Ellis Bill Biddon, Trapper; or, Life in the Northwest

It was plain, too, that we were journeying into a section where the foot of civilization had not been. The vast, undulating swell of the prairie, the mighty fields of verdure, and the broad rivers and streams, bore only the marks of the red man and wild beast.
Toward noon, Nat descried a solitary antelope far ahead. It was near a grove of timber, from which it had just wandered, and stood gazing wonderingly at our approach. We rode on in silence for some time, when Biddon raised his hand for us to halt.
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Edward Sylvester Ellis Bill Biddon, Trapper; or, Life in the Northwest

A half-hour after and I was alone in the great wilderness of the Northwest.
After parting with Biddon, I remained stationary a long time, meditating upon the strange resolve that I had acted upon. If looked at with the common-sense view that the honest trapper gave it, I was sensible it was nothing less than a piece of recklessness upon my part, which only could be excused by the motives that actuated me.
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