LETTERS FROM THE FAR WEST.

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  In my last I wrote particularly about scarcity of food, and the singular manner we kept from starving. We might have been encamped two weeks at the "Cross Timbers," and thus faring badly, when one night as we lay grouped round the camp fire, thinking of our distant friends, and the comforts of civilized life, Tar-pot-wan-ja, who, as is usual with him, sat resting his chin on his knees, and thinking of nothinf; suddenly threw up his head, leered round with his eyes, and distending his nostrils like the ends of two speaking trumpets, suuffed up the could air, and uttering a most signicicant ugh! Now it so happened that...