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Updated: July 14, 2025
"I say to her that there will be good crop, and next year we will be ver' happy. So, the time go on, and I send up a leetla snack of pork and molass' and tabac, and sugar and tea, and I get a letter from Bargon bimeby, and he say that heverything go right, he t'ink, this summer. He say I must come up. It is not dam easy to go in the summer, when the mill run night and day; but I say I will go.
"Oh, I see," and Jean's eyes twinkled. "I know I cannot hunt, fish, or pack. But you will teach me, will you not?" "A-ha-ha. Injun teach babby bimeby. Sleep now." Jean did feel drowsy, and the bed was so soft and comfortable. For a while she watched the friendly Indians as they sat near the fire, and talked low to each other.
They 'd like it better 'n cannib'ling, or cuttin' out idles, or scratchin' picters all over theirselves, an' bimeby not too suddent, ye know, to scare 'em ye could begin on that story, an' they could n't stan' that, not a heath'n on 'em. Won't ye speak to the 'Merican Board about it, an' sen' out a few fishin' mishneries, with poles an' lines an' tackle gen'ally?
You'll let me try?" Rouletta was all eagerness. "We'll talk 'bout dat bimeby. First t'ing we goin' have beeg potlatch, lak Siwash weddin'." "Goody! Now run away while I get up." But the man shook his head. "Don' be soch hurry. Dis tent warm slow. Las' night de reever is froze solid so far you look. Pretty queeck people come."
He told me five hundred dollars, and I bade him go to Noah and promise that the money should be his as soon as I got back to Spanish Town. He returned downcast from his mission. "He say dat is all talk," he said. "It is for bimeby, but he want rebenge now; black man don't fink nuffin' ob bimeby." "But can't we give him something now as earnest of what is to come?
One week, two week, three week, by Bell River." He counted off the weeks on his fingers. "Bimeby Indian him come plenty. No pow-wow. Him come by night. All around corrals. Him make big play. Him shoot plenty. Dead dead dead. Much dead." He pointed at the ground in many directions to indicate the fierceness of the attack. "Boss Allan him big chief. Plenty big. Him say us fight plenty too.
But bimeby he got so he could n' stan' it no longer, en he 'd hide hisse'f in de bushes w'eneber he seed anybody comin', en alluz kep' hisse'f shet up in his cabin atter he come in fum wuk.
You know bimeby." "That's the Indian contempt for death," explained the chief engineer, turning to Harry. "I imagine that Reade is doing all right, or she wouldn't have left him." However, Hazelton was not satisfied with that. He slipped out, crossed camp and stealthily peeped inside of the tent. Then Hazelton slipped back to Mr. Thurston to report.
An-ina always help boy. And boy help Uncle Steve." Steve led the way down. An-ina was waiting with smiling patience. "Setting out a line to the Sleepers' camp?" he said, as they reached the woman's side. An-ina nodded and began to coil the ropes afresh. "It much good," she said. "Bimeby it storm plenty. So. Each day An-ina mak headman hut. When him wake then white man officer go mak big talk.
Bimeby he hear somebody call 'im, en way up de hill he see Brer Rabbit settin' crosslegged on a chinkapin log koamin' de pitch outen his har wid a chip. Den Brer Fox know dat he bin swop off mighty bad.
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