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The river-bottoms being much more heavily "timbered" to use a woodsman term than the higher grounds, there was little of the park-like "openings" on its immediate banks, though distant glimpses were had of many a glade and of many a charming grove. As the canoe moved toward its point of destination, the conversation did not lag between the bee-hunter and his companion.
"It is hard enough to know that a family has deserved such a name, without being reminded of it by those that call themselves friends," answered the girl pointedly, after a pause of near a minute, though she spoke in sorrow rather than in anger. In an instant the bee-hunter was at pretty Margery's side, making his peace by zealous apologies and winning protestations of respect and concern.
"Had we not better join the party of Ishmael?" said the bee-hunter. "There will be a regular fight about this matter, or the old fellow has suddenly grown chicken-hearted." "No no no," hastily exclaimed Ellen. She was stopped by the trapper, who laid his hand gently on her mouth, as he answered "Hist hist! the sound of voices might bring us into danger.
Peter seems to expect great things from it; that I can see by his way of talking and looking whenever he speaks of it." "Peter want to see him very much. Smoke at great many sich council fire." "Do you intend to be present at this council on Prairie Round?" asked the bee-hunter, innocently enough.
That none but red men have any right to hunt here. The Great Spirit has laws. He has told us these laws. They teach us to love our friends, and to hate our enemies. You don't believe this, Bourdon?" observing the bee-hunter to wince a little, as if he found the doctrine bad. "This is not what our priests tell US," answered le Bourdon.
The truth of the observation of the bee-hunter was confirmed, as the strangers approached. The individual in the bows of the canoe was clearly a soldier, in a fatigue-dress, and the musket between his legs was one of those pieces that government furnishes to the troops of the line. The man in the middle of the boat could no more be mistaken than he in its bows.
"It is time to be doing," he said, interrupting the controversy that was about to ensue between the naturalist and the bee-hunter; "it is time to leave off books and moanings, and to be doing."
A most extr'ornary and oncommon callin'!" "More so, think you, Gershom, than swallowing whiskey, morning, noon, and night?" answered the bee-hunter, with a quiet smile. "Aye, but that's not a reg'lar callin'; only a likin'! Now a man may have a likin' to a hundred things in which he don't deal. I set nothin' down as a business, which a man don't live by." "Perhaps you're right, Waring.
As for Gershom, no one seemed to think him of sufficient importance to throw away any interest or care on him. "You can trust to Peter, friend bee-hunter," the missionary observed, "for what he promises he will perform. I know him well, and have put myself altogether in his hands. If he says that the Pottawattamies are not to have his canoe, the Pottawattamies will not get it.
"He at Detroit got whole army dere warrior plenty as oak in opening." All this was news to the bee-hunter, and it caused him to muse a moment, ere he proceeded. "What is the name of the American general who has sent you on this path?" he then demanded. "Hell," answered the Ojebway, quietly. "Hell! You mean to give his Indian title, I suppose, to show that he will prove dangerous to the wicked.
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