Chapter 26 THE SCALP.

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It was about ten o'clock at night. It was cold and foggy; the wind whistled violently, and heavy black clouds coming from the south dropped heavy rain upon the ground. Between Valparaíso and Rio Claro -that is to say, in the gorge which had many times served as a refuge for the smugglers, and which our readers are already acquainted with-T