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"No need bye'm-by take him, now cap'in, lend Nick dollar; pay him to- morrow." The captain protested against the sequitur that the Indian evidently wished to establish; declining, though in a good-natured manner, to lend the larger sum. Nick was disappointed, and walked sullenly away, moving nearer to the stockade, with the air of an offended man.
"Good to have moder" said Nick, kindly. "Wyandotté got no squaw wife dead, moder dead, sister dead all gone to land of spirits bye'm-by, chief follow. No one throw stone on his grave! Been on death-path long ago, but cap'in's squaw say 'stop, Nick; little too soon, now; take medicine, and get well. Squaw made to do good. Chief alway like 'e squaw, when his mind not wild with war."
When he soldier, and general say shoot ten, forty, t'ousand Frenchmen, den he say; stop, general no hurry let cap'in t'ink. Bye'm-by he'll go and take scalp; eh!" It exceeded our old soldier's self-command not to permit the blood to rush into his face, at this home-thrust; for he felt the cunning of the Indian had involved him in a seeming contradiction.
"Got handsome hair," said Nick, surlily "How she look widout scalp?" "The likes of her, is it! Who ever saw one of her beauthy without the finest hair that ever was! What do you get for your scalps? are they of any use when you find 'em?" "Bring plenty bye'm-by. Whole country glad to see him before long den beavers get pond ag'in." "How's that how's that, Indian? Baiver get pounded?
Bye'm-by trouble come; then, too late." The serjeant was greatly averse to moving without orders. He had his instructions how to act in every probable contingency, but none that covered the case of absolute inaction on the part of those below. Nevertheless, twice the time necessary to bring things to issue had gone by, and neither signal, shot, nor alarm had reached his ears.
Nick's examination of the body was neither hurried nor agitated. When it was over, he turned calmly to consider the daughters of the deceased. "Why you cry why you 'fear'd," he said, approaching Beulah, and placing his swarthy hand on the head of her sleeping infant. "Good squaw good pappoose. Wyandotté take care 'em in woods. Bye'm-by go to pale-face town, and sleep quiet."
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