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They fired one last scattering volley, and then the ranks thinned suddenly; many were leaping over the edge, while others, throwing down their rifles, advanced with arms raised high above their heads. Some Indians fired, and two of these pitched forward. Then MacNair bellowed a hoarse order, and the firing ceased, and the Indians bound the prisoners with thongs of babiche.
The king himself went to bed in the Fort that night, Pierre and his bodyguard by name Noel, Little Babiche, Corvette, Jose, and Parfaite its only occupants, singing joyfully: "Did yees iver hear tell o' Long Barney, That come from the groves o' Killarney? He wint for a king, oh, he wint for a king, But he niver keen back to Killarney Wid his crown, an' his soord, an' his army!"
Nepeese was out of breath when she reached the cabin. Baree, fastened to a table leg by a babiche thong, heard her pause for a moment at the door. Then she entered and came straight to him. During the half-hour of her absence Baree had scarcely moved. That half-hour, and the few minutes that had preceded it, had made tremendous impressions upon him.
She flattened herself in the snow when the dogs had finished and came up in their dog way to sniff at her, and make closer acquaintance with Kazan. Kazan towered over her, guarding her. One huge red-eyed dog who still dragged the bit of babiche trace muzzled Gray Wolf's soft neck for a fraction of a second too long, and Kazan uttered a savage snarl of warning.
I rubbed out the frost with snow, and then I forced some brandy into his mouth, good old H.B.C. brandy, and began to call to him: 'Babiche! Babiche! Come back, Babiche! The wolf's at the pot, Babiche! That's the way to call a hunter to his share of meat. I was afraid, for the sleep of cold is the sleep of death, and it is hard to call the soul back to this world.
His fingers caught the end of the babiche that was fastened about his own wrist, and he clutched it savagely, believing for a moment that he had found her. Thicker and more deadly the rocks of the lower passage rose in his way. They seemed like living things, like devils filled with the desire to torture and destroy. They struck and beat at him. Their laughter was the roar of a Niagara.
The crooked knives he makes, too, from old files, shaping and tempering them. The snowshoe frames are made by the men, the babiche is cut and netted by the women, who display wonderful skill in this work. The Mountaineers make much finer netted snowshoes than the Nascaupees, and have great pride in the really beautiful, light snowshoes that they make.
The Sculptor Girl decided for her. "Babiche and I will wait up for you," she said. "We'll wait " It was as comfortable a motor as the Judge's. Little Miss Day let herself rest in its cushions. She felt rather lonely without Babiche, but she was glad she had had her to leave with the Sculptor Girl. "Maybe the dear old duffer will be asleep when we get there and I can send you right back," Mr.
She opened her eyes as though she might have been waking up in the bed that Poquelin, the father of Moliere, had carved. "This," said the judge's chauffeur dubiously, "is Montrose Place." She got out slowly, tucking Babiche mechanically under her arm. The man lifted out her bag and touched his cap, she did not even see him go.
And quite surely she must have some more. She couldn't ask Margot, and the "receiver for the estate" would give her none. She stared at the smug faced shepherdesses. "Where," she thought, "Do persons get money?" The shepherdesses smiled back stupidly. Babiche answered her really. Having all there was to eat the wee dog settled herself uncomfortably on the thin pillow.
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