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Updated: April 30, 2025
Joyce says that Broder wore a coat of mail that no steel would bite, that he was both tall and strong, and that his black locks were so long that he tucked them under his belt, there's a portrait for your gallery, Penelope.
De hanimals I tame dey run away; de birds I mak' play wit' dey fly south when de winter come. I say, 'Doret, dis gal she's poor, she's frien'less, she's alone. She's very seeck, but you goin' mak' her well. She ain't goin' run away. She ain't goin' fly off lak dem birds. No. She's goin' love you lak a broder, an' mebbe she's goin' let you stay close by. Dieu! Dat's fine dream, eh?
"Francois," said he, "did you have much conversation with McLeod before he dismissed you on the way down?" "Oui, Monsieur, we had ver moche conversatione." "Can you remember what it was about?" "Oh oui. 'Bout a'most all tings. I tell him de mos' part of my histoire, me fadder, me moder, broder, sister, an' all dat, 'bout vich he seem not to care von buttin.
One may take, as an example, the note on Kincora, where some one tells of the Battle of Clontarf, in which Brian Boru defeated the Danes: Clontarf was on the head of a game of chess. The generals of the Danes were beaten at it, and they were vexed. It was Broder, that the Brodericks are descended from, that put a dagger through Brian's heart, and he attending to his prayers.
"Oh Massa Henry," was all the poor creature could say in reply, as he retained the pressure with an emphasis that spoke his profound attachment to both. Then leaning his white head upon his hand against the chimney, and bursting into tears; "berry much change, he poor broder Geral, he not a same at all." Here was a sad opening indeed to the subject.
Street after street he traversed, making frequent vain inquiries for his "broder, Tuncan Gorm," until midnight, when he suddenly found himself in a large, open space, intersected by alleys formed by magnificent trees, and adorned by playing fountains of great beauty and elegance.
"He say he take us on warpath to help keep palefaces from going into Kantuckee. He no wan' go, but he say he go. We all lie down sleep. Pretty quick me fader wake up. Me fader wake me broder. Wake me, too." "What was the trouble?" asked Peleg. "Me fader have sleep and see " "What do you mean, he had a dream?" "That so," replied the visitor, nodding his head. "Me fader have dream."
The matter was settled by our bearers refusing to proceed further. Senhor Silva asked Chickango whether he intended to return with his people or to remain with us. He hesitated; then he seized Senhor Silva's hands, and gave rapid utterance to an harangue. "He say we good people, he stop. He my broder now. Hurrah!" exclaimed Timbo.
Then one of the younger chiefs approached Boone and said in his broken English: "Big hunter. No hurt. Broders of big hunter no hurt. No shoot." "Do you mean," inquired Boone, "that my friends will be taken prisoners and not shot?" The Indian laughed, for his pleasure at the apparent success of their undertaking was manifest, and he said: "No shoot. No kill white broder."
When they came forth they found Chakawana in the store, and a few moments later were called to breakfast. "Where is your mistress?" inquired Boyd. "She go see my sick broder," said the Indian girl, recalling Cherry's mention of the child ill with measles. "She all the time give medicine to Aleut babies," Chakawana continued. "All the time give, give, give something. Indian people love her."
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