admitted all round, that the enquiry into the contents of the chest ought to be renewed, Deerslayer proceeded to remove the second covering of canvass. The articles that lay uppermost, when the curtain was again raised on the secrets of the chest, were a pair of pistols, curiously inlaid with silver. Their value would have been considerable, in one of the towns, though as weapons, in the woods, they were a species of arms seldom employed; never, indeed, unless it might be by some officer from Europe, who visited the colonies, as many were then wont to do, so much impressed with the superiority of the usages of London, as to fancy they were not to be laid aside on the frontiers of America. What occurred on the discovery of these weapons, will appear, in the succeeding chapter.   Chapter XIII »An oaken, broken, elbow-chair; A caudle-cup without an ear; A battered, shattered ash bedstead; A box of deal without a lid; A pair of tongs, but out of joint; A back-sword poker, without point; A dish which might good meat afford once; An Ovid, and an old Concordance.« Thomas Sheridan, »A True and Faithful Inventory of the Goods belonging to Dr. Swift,« ll. 1-6, 13-14.   No sooner did Deerslayer raise the pistols, than he turned to the Delaware and held them up, for his admiration. »Child gun,« said the Serpent, smiling, while he handled one of the instruments as if it had been a toy. »Not it, Sarpent; not it - t'was made for a man and would satisfy a giant, if rightly used. But stop; white men are remarkable for their carelessness in putting away fire arms, in chists and corners. Let me look if care has been given to these.« As Deerslayer spoke, he took the weapon from the hand of his friend, and opened the pan. The last was filled with priming, caked like a bit of cinder, by time, moisture and compression. An application of the ramrod showed that both the pistols were charged, although Judith could testify that they had probably lain for years in the chest. It is not easy to portray the surprise of the Indian, at this discovery, for he was in the practice of renewing his priming daily, and of looking to the contents of his piece, at other short intervals. »This is white neglect,« said Deerslayer, shaking his head, »and scarce a season