THE FOREST, AND THE LEADERS OF THE FOLORN-HOPE--A GOOD SHOT--A CONSULTATION--AN ICE-FLOE, AND A NARROW CHANCE OF ESCAPE IN A SMALL WAY. "Hallo! where are you!" shouted a voice that rang through the glades of the forest like the blast of a silver trumpet, testifying to lungs of leather and a throat of brass.…
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