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Now, little by little, they told, each to other, the story of the months since they had met, Bridger first explaining his own movements. "I left the Malheur at Boise, an' brung along yan two boys. Ye needn't be a-skeered they'll touch the cargo. The gold means nothin' ter 'em, but horses does. We've got a good band ter drive north now.
And when will we get to Oregon?" "Don't be a-skeered, ma'am," rejoined Bridger. "A accident kin happen anywheres. Hit's a month on ter Oregon, whar ye're headed. Some fords on ahead, yes; we got ter cross back ter the south side the Snake again." "But you'll go on with us, won't you?" demanded young Molly Wingate. They had halted to breathe the cattle at the foot of lava dust slope.
It's a waste o' likker, Jim, fer we'd both drill the cups." "Are ye a-skeered?" "I told ye not." "Chardon!" roared Bridger to his clerk. "You, Chardon, come here!" The clerk obeyed, though he and others had been discreet about remaining visible as this bout of old-timers at their cups went on. Liquor and gunpowder usually went together. "Chardon, git ye two fresh tin cups an' bring 'em here.
"I will give you two hundred and fifty dollars and you can let it be known that no such celebration ever was as the one his colored friends are going to give in honor of the election of Judge David Kildare his united colored friends, Jeff, high and low." "Miss Ca'line, I'm a-skeered to take it! Mister David, he's jest naterly " "Mr. David need never know about it.
"You don't need to be a-skeered but what I'll do the work, Colonel," smiled Wilson grimly. "I've had a heap o' trouble the last week, and I'm about tired. I'll not stand no foolishness." Had any friend seen Warville Dunwody that night, he must have pronounced him ten years older than when the Mount Vernon had begun her voyage. "All very well, gentlemen!
Send half straight to the ford an' half come in behind, through the willers, huh? That'd put 'em atween three fires. Ef we driv' 'em on the wagons they'd get hell thar, an' ef they broke, the wagons could chase 'em inter us again. I allow we'd give 'em hell. Hit's the Crows I'm most a-skeered of. The Bannacks ef that's who they was 'll run easy."
Bud, you an' them two Heffner boys go up an' tell them loafers to step down here right spry er I'll come up there an' see about it." "Gosh, Mr. Crow, I'm a-skeered to!" whimpered Bud. The Heffner boys started for home on a dead run. "Askeered to?" sniffed Anderson. "An' your great-grand-dad was in the Revolution, too. Geminy crickets, ef you was my boy I'd give you somethin' to be askeered of!
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