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I'spect you sleep all day only I mak' beeg noise." "Good morning!" Rouletta's voice was muffled. As if repeating a lesson, she ran on: "Yes, I feel fine. I had a dandy sleep; didn't cough and my lungs don't hurt. And no bad dreams. So I want to get up. There! I'm well." "You hongry, too, I bet, eh?" "Oh, I'm dying. And my nose it won't work." Doret shouted his laughter. "You wait.
"Indeed, and his father and his uncle would be getting it then, when they were as beeg as they will ever be, and much the better were they for it." "I don't think it would do for Ranald," said the minister's wife, smiling again as she said good by to Kirsty. Then she took her way down the wood road into the bush.
Perault drank, and, after a few moments, began his tale. "I can' spik much, me," he said, "when I tink how dat beeg feller pack me on hees back twenty mile, I fin' bad pain here," striking his breast, "and den I can' spik at all." And again the little Frenchman's voice broke down in sobs. "Take time, Perault," said Sinclair gravely. "We want to know all about it.
"Hi'll pay ye double here what you'll kin git retail there, Jeem, and take it h'all h'off your hand. This h'emigrant, she'll beat the fur." "I'll give ye half," said Bridger. "Thar's people here needs supplies that ain't halfway acrost. But what's the news, Bordeaux? Air the Crows down?" "H'on the Sweetwater, h'awaitin' for the peelgrim. Hi'll heard of your beeg fight on the Platte.
"You mean they are waiting for a runner from the North?" inquired Cameron. "If the Crees win the fight then the Piegans will rise? Is that it?" The Indian nodded. "Come Cree Indian then Piegan fight." "They will not rise until the runner comes, eh?" "No." Cameron breathed more easily. "Is that all?" he inquired carelessly. "This day Eagle Feather run much cattle beeg beeg run."
When you get hungry for bread, I gif you one leetle piece dat I carry all de way from Mandan town. I try to be good woman. I work hard, same as mens. Now I been here all dis time, near de salt water dat I trabble many days to see an' I not see it yet. Dere is a beeg fish, too. Odders go see I stay. Nobody ask Sacagawea. My man he say 'You tend baby! I I feel bad, capitin."
I s'pose it mus' be purty dull on dem beeg town; now'ere to go, not'in' to see 'cept lot of houses." "Yes," said Necia, "I've no doubt one would get tired of it soon, and long for something to do and something really worth while, but I should like to try it once, and I shall as soon as I'm rich enough. Won't you come along?"
"Two Indian run tree mile find notting go back." "Good! Where are our men?" "Down Coulee Swampy Creek." "All right, Jerry. Any news at the fort last two or three days?" "Beeg meetin' St. Laurent. Much half-breed. Some Indian too. Louis Riel mak beeg spik beeg noise blood! blood! blood! Much beeg fool." Jerry's tone indicated the completeness of his contempt for the whole proceedings at St.
"Who's dose beeg, tall people w'at stan' 'longside of you, Miz Gale?" he called to her; then, shading his eyes elaborately, he cried, in a great voice: "Wall! wal! I b'lieve dat's M'sieu Jean an' Mam'selle Mollee. Ba Gar! Dey get so beeg w'ile I'm gone I don' know dem no more!" The youthful Gales wriggled at this delicious flattery and dug their tiny moccasined toes into the sand.
He stood looking at the man, saw menace in his eyes, heard his voice, writhing in profane accusation: "So you've shot Beeg Beel, you tenderfoot !" said the man. His right hand was hooked in his cartridge belt, near the butt of his six-shooter.
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