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These were the "ne'er-do-weels" of the colony; men who, like La Certe, with more or less usually less of his good-nature, seemed to hold that all the industrious people in the world were created to help or to support them and their families.
She was brown unquestionably, and dirty without doubt, but she had a pleasant expression, suggestive of general good-will, and in the budding period of life must have been even pretty. She was evidently older than her husband, who might, perhaps, have been a little over thirty. "I should not wonder," continued La Certe, "if the buffalo was drove away, and the people starved this year.
Thus appealed to, the Indian, whose usual expression was one of intense gravity, shut his eyes, opened his mouth, displayed his superb teeth, and uttered a low chuckle, but made no further reply. It was enough. Those who understood Okematan and his ways were well aware that he thought La Certe uncommonly sly.
La Certe approached him with an air so pitiful that the saturnine man melted like snow in the sunshine or wax under heat. "I have heard of your loss," he said, "and I will give you credit this time, La Certe, though you are so bad at paying your debts. But I won't give you much." "I do not want much," returned the afflicted man in tones of deep humility "only a little a very little."
Half-an-hour will take me to my father's house, and I want you to go down to the hut of Francois La Certe; it is nearer than our house, you know and get him to help you." "Surely, Tan, that will be wasted time," objected the Highlander. "Of all the lazy useless scamps in Rud Ruver, Francois La Certe iss the laziest an' most useless." "Useful enough for our purpose, however," returned Davidson.
"You may have the head of the catfish for the snuff, and the whole catfish for the box," said La Certe, with the firmness of a man who has irrevocably made up his mind for there are none so firm of purpose as the weak and vacillating when they know they have got the whip-hand of any one! "And, behold! I will be liberal," he added.
"As Elspie says sometimes, `We never know what a day may bring furth. Well, well, see that you will not be upsetting your canoe, for canoes are cranky things whatever." In a short time our hero and La Certe found themselves floating once more on the calm breast of the mighty inland sea. It was afternoon.
"Seque alterum fore Sullam inter suos gloriatur." De Bello Civili, i. 4. "Tum certe tyrannus existet." To Atticus, vii. 5. To Atticus, vii. 6. Ibid., vii. 7, abridged. To Atticus, vii. 9, abridged. Caesar, when the report of the Senate's action reached him, addressed his soldiers. He had but one legion with him, the 13th. But one legion would represent the rest.
I didn't hear all the outs and ins of it, but there is no doubt that poor Perrin has been murdered, for he was shot right through the breast." "Perhaps he shot hisself," suggested La Certe. "No that could not be, for the women have brought his coat, which shows that the ball went in at the breast and came straight out at the back.
"The sledge that you lent me, I have brought back," said the half-breed with a deprecatory air. "So, you call returning a loan paying your debts?" said Duncan. La Certe did not quite say that, but he thought it bore some resemblance to a payment to account, and at all events was proof of his good intentions. "And on the strength of that you'll want plenty more credit, I hev no doubt."
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