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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Don't ye intermate an' insinerate; for if ye do, I kin fling out some insinerations likewise. Yeou jest open yer mouth about me stealin' an' I'll put a flea in old man Cameron's ear. Ha! Ye know what I mean. Better hev a care, Jabe Potter better hev a care!" There was silence.
Cameron's fourth quarter expired, he walked out, as usual, with his wife before breakfast. "I wonder what keeps Mr. and Mrs. Cameron?" remarked Mrs. Turner. "Why, I saw them leave in the steamboat for the South, this morning," said one of the boarders. "You must be mistaken," Mrs. Turner replied. "O no, ma'am, not at all. I saw them, and conversed with them before the boat started.
But though the camp lay only a few hundred yards away and on a lower level, not a sound came up from it to Cameron's ears except the occasional bark of a dog. The Indians are a silent people and move noiselessly through Nature's solitudes as if in reverence for her sacred mysteries. "We won't disturb them," said Raven in a low tone. "We will slip past quietly."
I know you, and I should love to have known you when you were young Cameron's age. Though I'm quite sure you were never such a fool as he. You always knew how to take care of yourself." Her uncle shook his head as if to indicate that the less said about those gay young days the better. "Now what do you think this young fool does?
They must be taught to keep the law." Here Cameron's voice grew gentle as a child's, but there was in its tone something that made the Chief glance quickly at his face. "Huh, my young men no steal cattle," he said sullenly. "No? I am glad to hear that. I believe that is true, and that is why I smoke with my brother beside his camp fire.
When the first sharpness of grief at the loss of his old friend had passed, the Watchman slowly awakened to the knowledge that he was living among a strange people. Under Mr. Cameron's wise, loving rule all classes in the congregation had been unanimous; the elder folk believed him perfect and the younger respected him too deeply to disagree with him.
Cameron's right was seated the English expert who had come out early in the season with Mr. Winters' party. Evidently, Mr, Cameron was en route for the mines. Mr.
Not an eye except Cameron's was turned her way. With a smile and a blush that burned deep under the dull tan of her neck and cheek she took the lozenge, read its inscription, burning a deeper red. The words which she had read she took as Cameron's. She turned her eyes full upon his face. The light of tremulous joy in their lovely depths startled and thrilled him.
Jasper Kent, I beg leave to suggest that you mind your own business." "I generally do," said Jasper, coolly; "but that advice comes with a bad grace from you." "Why does it?" "Because you are not attending to your business." "What is my business?" demanded Thorne, angrily. "To go after that ball." "It's Cameron's business. I ordered him to go after it."
Before Cameron's unsympathetic silence, however, all her sprightly attempts came to abject failure. "What's the matter with you?" at length she asked. "Don't you want to see me home?" "What?" said Cameron, abruptly, for his thoughts were far away. "Oh, nonsense! Of course! Why not? But we shall certainly be caught in the storm. Let us hurry. Here, let me take your arm."
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