CHAPTER XIV.
THE INHABITANT.
When Albert awoke next morning from a sound sleep on the buffalo-robe in the loft of the cabin of the Inhabitant, the strange being who had slept at his side had gone.

He found him leaning against the foot of the ladder outside.
"Waitin', you know," he said when he saw Albert, "tell she gits up.

I was tryin' to think what I _could_ do to make this house fit fer her to stay in; fer, you see, stranger, they's no movin' on tell to-morry, fer though the rain's stopped, I 'low you can't git that buggy over afore to-morry mornin'.

But blam'd ef 'ta'n't too bad fer sech as her to stay in sech a cabin! I never wanted no better place tell las' night, but ever sence that creetur crossed the door-sill.

I've wished it was a palace of di'monds.