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"It is Josephus Peabody," answered the boy's voice, and Letitia gasped, for she remembered seeing that very name on the genealogical tree which hung in her great-aunt Peggy's front entry, although she could not quite remember where it came in, whether it was on a main branch or a twig. "Are the Injuns after you?" inquired Great-great-grandmother Letitia.
This spring he had felt grown-up enough to swear a little at the horses, sometimes and he was not sure that shooting the Indian that time would not be counted a crime by God, who loved all His creatures. Mother always stuck to it that Injuns were God's creatures which brought Buddy squarely against the incredible assumption that God must love them.
Her father himself would say she must not, would say that somebody must go in Barney's place, and there was nobody, nobody to go but herself! "Yer goin' alone, yer mean, over to the Injuns!" demanded John, as Molly told him to bring her pony, Tam o' Shanter, to the door. "Yes, yes, and right away, John; so hurry as fast as you can." "Do yer think yer'd orter, Major Molly?
And then there wuz agreements with Foreign Powers, and some of them Powers' own handwritin' photographed; and lots of treaties made by Uncle Sam some of 'em, especially them with the Injuns, I guess the least said about the soonest mended, but the biggest heft on 'em I guess he has kept
"It is a place of rest, at least for the dead," said Nathan, in a low voice, at the same time leading the party back again up the bank, and taking care to shelter them as he ascended, as much as possible, from the light of the fire, which was now blazing with great brilliancy: "nine human corpses, father and mother, grandam and children, sleep under the threshold at the door; and there are not many, white men or Injuns, that will, of their free will, step over the bosoms of the poor murdered creatures, after nightfall; and, the more especially, because there are them that believe they rise at midnight, and roam round the house and the clearings, mourning.
I am old." "You have been a good man," said Mrs. Woods, yielding to an impulse of her better nature. She presently added, as though she had been too generous, "And there aren't many good Injuns nor white folks either for that matter." "I have come to have a smoke-talk with you," said the old chief, taking out his pipe and asking Mrs. Woods to light it. "Listen! I want to go home.
Jim Finch, an old trapper that went under by the Utes near the Sangre de Cristo Pass, a few years ago, had told me there was lots of beaver on the Purgatoire. Nobody knowed it; all thought the creeks had been cleaned out of the varmints. So down I goes to the canyon, and sot my traps. I was all alone by myself, and I'll be darned if ten Injuns didn't come a screeching right after me. I cached.
They might make you a chief, Bland if they don't take a notion to offer you up as a burnt offering to some other god that's got it in for yuh." Bland, testing the spark plugs hastily, one after the other, dropped the screwdriver. "Aw, f'r cat's sake, lay off that stuff," he remonstrated nervously. "Fat chance we got of godding over Injuns this close to a town! They're wise to white men.
"Didn't see a thing but an ol' gnaw bucket. We'll jest eat a bite an' p'int off to the nor'west an' keep watch o' this 'ere trail. They's Injuns over thar on the slants. We got to know how they look an' 'bout how many head they is." They went on, keeping well away from the trail. "We'll have to watch it with our ears," said Solomon in a whisper.
"It's a pity there isn't a better trail, father." "Some day there will be a regular road, Dave when there are more settlements to the westward. I look for the time when we shall have cities out here, the same as along the seaboard." "Won't never see that" said the frontiersman named Lukins. "Why not?" risked James Morris. "The Injuns won't allow it, that's why, Mr. Morris.