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Updated: June 3, 2025
"What! am I to use them?" "A-ha-ha. When wast come." "What is wast?" "Snow. Plenty bimeby." When Sam had finished the frames of the snow-shoes, Kitty set at once to work to weave the web of strips of dried caribou skin.
I wonder what that man is going to do with it all." She then lowered her voice, and glanced toward the door. "Do you know anything about him?" she enquired. "Why does he have so many guns?" "Kitty know," was the reply. "White man beeg chief." "What kind of a chief?" "Kitty no say now. Bimeby, mebbe." "Is he a trader?" "A-ha-ha, mebbe."
"Sam come soon," she said. "Injun come bimeby." "How do you know?" Jean asked. "Injun mak' pu-kut. Injun say 'come." "Did the Indians reply by sending up smoke? Is that what you mean?" "A-ha-ha. Sam come soon. Injun bimeby." And in this Kitty was right, for in less than an hour Sam appeared before them.
Did he think that some day she might need protection, and that the Love-Token would prove of great value? "Dane told you about this, didn't he?" and she touched the brooch. "A-ha-ha. Dane tell Injun." "And you knew me by this?" "A-ha-ha. Injun know all sam' white woman take care babby." She paused abruptly, sprang to her feet, and pointed excitedly to the high hill. "See! See!" she cried. "Pu-kut!
Her singing attracted the Indians, who left their work, and squatting near her side, listened with rapt attention. Jean, seeing their interest, paused at the end of the second verse, and smiled. "Do you like singing?" she asked. "A-ha-ha," Kitty replied. "More, eh?" Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.
And as she ate, the two Indians watched her with much interest. Such a novelty did she seem to them, that she could not refrain from smiling. "Am I eating right?" she asked. "A-ha-ha," the woman replied. "Babby all sam' Injun bimeby." "Why do you call me baby? I am very big." But the woman shook her head. "White woman no beeg, no strong, no hunt, no feesh, no pack; all sam' babby."
"White man cut'm bimeby." "Oh, I know," Jean exclaimed as she recalled what Dane had told her. "These are for masts for the King's navy, are they not?" "A-ha-ha." "Are there mast-cutters near here?" "Off dere," and Sam motioned westward. "Will we see them?" "No see'm now. Bimeby, mebbe." "Where are they?"
And we've got to find her. Are you ready to help me?" "A-ha-ha, Pete ready. Pete get canoe, eh?" "All right, and I'll be with you in a few minutes." Half an hour later Pete's canoe, the old reliable, which the rangers had brought back to the settlement, was again headed up river. Dane sat astern and drove his paddle into the water with the force of a Titan.
"Injun know Dane; Dane know Pete. See?" "Did Pete tell you about this?" and Jean touched the arrow. "A-ha-ha. Pete tell Injun. Pete, Sam, all sam' mamma. See?" "What, are Pete and Sam brothers?" "A-ha-ha, all sam' mamma." A new light now began to dawn upon Jean's mind, and she understood certain things which had been puzzling her since yesterday afternoon.
"Oh, I see," and Jean's eyes twinkled. "I know I cannot hunt, fish, or pack. But you will teach me, will you not?" "A-ha-ha. Injun teach babby bimeby. Sleep now." Jean did feel drowsy, and the bed was so soft and comfortable. For a while she watched the friendly Indians as they sat near the fire, and talked low to each other.
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