And the next week, having equally divided their little capital, the
mother and son parted--Traverse, by her express desire, keeping to
his original plan, set out for the far West.




CHAPTER II.

OLD HURRICANE STORMS.


"At this sir knight flamed up with ire!
His great chest heaved! his eyes flashed fire.
The crimson that suffused his face
To deepest purple now gave place."


Who can describe the frenzy of Old Hurricane upon discovering the
fraud that had been practised upon him by Black Donald?

It was told him the next morning in his tent, at his breakfast
table, in the presence of his assembled family, by the Rev Mr.
Goodwin.

Upon first hearing it, he was incapable of anything but blank
staring, until it seemed as though his eyes must start from their
sockets!