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Updated: May 15, 2025
Whether the Bethucks ever improved in this matter is not known, for history is silent on the point; but it is, perhaps, of little consequence, the Bethuck race having become extinct.
"No," he said, at the end of the palaver, "the blood of a Bethuck has been shed; the blood of the palefaces must flow." "But tell him that that is not just even according to his own views," said Paul. "The blood of one paleface ought to suffice for the blood of one Bethuck." This was received in silence. Evidently it had some weight with the chief.
"We are happy," said Hendrick, "that our Bethuck brother should have his ears gladdened and his heart thrilled, and we trust that the spirit of the wolf within him is subdued, now that his stomach is also filled." A polite grunt was the reply. "Will our Bethuck brother tell us more news?" "There is no more," he answered, "Strongbow is now an empty vessel."
"Hendrick," he said, in reply to a proposal that execution should be at least delayed, "the name of the white hunter who has mated with the Bethuck girl is respected everywhere, and his wishes alone would move Bearpaw to pardon his paleface foes, but blood has been shed, and the price of blood must be paid. Hendrick knows our laws they cannot be changed.
"In thanking my Bethuck brother and his warriors for their kind invitation I speak for all my party we are all grateful, and we would greatly like to spend the winter here, and enjoy the hospitality of our red brothers. Especially would my friend Paul Burns rejoice to read more to you from his wonderful writing, and explain it; but we cannot stay.
Being not far distant from the home of the white hunter who had mated with the Bethuck singing-bird, he had turned aside for no other purpose than to have his ears gladdened and his heart thrilled!
In order to convey more strongly the fact that he had no news to give the Indian touched his forehead "Strongbow is empty here." "That may well be," remarked Hendrick quietly. Again the Indian glared. Solemnity is but a feeble word after all! He said nothing, but was evidently puzzled. "Has our Bethuck brother seen no enemies from the setting sun?
They move over the land in parallel lines, save where mountain passes oblige them to converge, and at these points, I regret to say, my kinsmen! the Bethuck Indians, lie in wait and slaughter them in great numbers, merely for the sake of their tongues and other tit-bits." "There is no call for regret, Master Hendrick," said Captain Trench.
Again the chief paused, and looked round upon his men, some of whom appeared to dissent from what he said in condemnation of himself by slightly shaking their heads. "Bethuck warriors," continued the chief, "have often told Bearpaw that he is wise. Bearpaw now tells his warriors that they are fools fools for telling their chief that he is wise!
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