CHAPTER VI.
_The great prairies of the far west_--_A remarkable colony discovered, and a miserable night endured_.
Of all the hours of the night or day the hour that succeeds the dawn is the purest, the most joyous, and the best.

At least so think we, and so think hundreds and thousands of the human family.

And so thought Dick Varley, as he sprang suddenly into a sitting posture next morning, and threw his arms with an exulting feeling of delight round the neck of Crusoe, who instantly sat up to greet him.
This was an unusual piece of enthusiasm on the part of Dick; but the dog received it with marked satisfaction, rubbed his big hairy cheek against that of his young master, and arose from his sedentary position in order to afford free scope for the use of his tail.
"Ho! Joe Blunt! Henri! Up, boys, up! The sun will have the start o' us.

I'll catch the nags." So saying Dick bounded away into the woods, with Crusoe gambolling joyously at his heels.

Dick soon caught his own horse, and Crusoe caught Joe's.