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A handsome wife and many fat babies. There is only one girl for you. Good face to see; good hands to work; good heart to love. I know her, and I say so. There was never any girl so fine as her in this country. Will you let ot'er man get her?" Sam turned on him with extraordinary violence. "I told you to cut it out!" he cried. "By God, if you say another word You make me mad!
I want so bad to come to the ot'er side of the tepee where you are, but I hold to my mot'er's blanket!" The man looked up. "Hm! You did, eh?" he exclaimed. "If I had known!" "But I t'ink I mos' not let you see I love you. So I mak' show I don' care at all. An' it hurt me ver' moch in my empty breast, 'Erbe't. But why I do it?
You may become more famous in history fan Cleopatra or Ninon, and outshine t'em and all t'e ot'er beauties t'at efer lifed. Do you vant triumphs? Here t'ey are. Riches? You shall command t'em. Fame? Power? I haf t'em for you. You shall be t'e first. Aftervard, v'en beauty is common as ugliness is now ah, I do not know. Efen t'en it vill be a blessing.
"What did I ever do to you?" she wailed. "You know," replied Bela grimly. "You tried tak' my man." "How r-ridiculous!" stuttered Miss Mackall. "He isn't yours." "Maybe," returned Bela. "Not yet. But no ot'er woman goin' get him from me." "It isn't my fault if he wants me." "Want you!" cried Bela scornfully. "An old woman! You try catch him lak he a fish!"
I could stop here all day just taking you in!" "I couldn't," said Bela coolly. "I too 'ongry. Wake the ot'er men and go wash." Joe stared at her, scowling, trying to discover if he was being made game of. "Ah," he growled, "you might give me a chance to make good." "I will cook breakfast," said Bela. "I bring some nice whitefish." "To the deuce with breakfast!" cried Joe. "I spoke you fair.
Both are lak wood with looking. Wa! I think me, Bird-Mouth ain't goin' to keep out of trouble up here neither! Well, he is lak crazy man after that. All night he want stay awake and talk me about her. He ask me what her name mean. I tell him Loseis mean little duck. He say, 'Nobody ever got better name. 'Better wait, I say, 'plenty ot'er girl to see. 'Not for me, he say.
Ot'er boy Jack stay by him. So I come. Sleep las' night at the crossing." The story was detailed and convincing, and Sam's suspicions were partly lulled. "You and the boy take my team," said Ed gravely. "Leave the black horse here to rest up." A few minutes later they were on the way. St.
Mammy wo'ked hard, done all the cookin' but ole Master Dale was so good to all of us children we did't mind it. I'se was a mischevious gal when I was grow'in up. I'se would get a lickin' most every-day. I'se alway's like to fight the ot'er children, and I would say, "Mammy she hit me", but I was bad and I'se got my whipp'n.
"Where's the other boy?" he demanded. "Has he run away?" Musq'oosis shook his head. "Jack good boy," he said. "I send him look for ot'er horse. I 'fraid horse run home." Sam ordered St. Paul to unsaddle the horses, to make a fire, and put on water. "How do you feel?" he asked Musq'oosis solicitously. "Pretty good," the old man answered, smiling. "I not feel bad no more I guess."
While t'e Prince wass here, we were crowded oh, to t'e smalles' room! efen at ot'er times, we tid well, for he gafe t'e house a prestige. But last vinter he die, unt hiss heir, hiss son, despite t'e care of heem which we haf taken, t'e anxieties he hass cause' us, yet which we haf cheerfully porne t'at ingrate hass t'e pad taste to prefer t'e ot'er house!
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