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Its movements became less wild and large; the zigzags began to shape themselves into something like characters. Jackson's wasted face gave no token of interest; Whitwell laid half his gaunt length across the table in the endeavor to make out some meaning in them; the Canuck, with his hands crossed on his stomach, smoked on, with the same gleam in his pipe and eye.
I freighted it to Chicago, where I shipped, again as porter, on a package freighter. The captain of the package freighter Overland should have been anything but a captain. He was a tall, flabby, dough-faced man, as timid as a child just out of the nursery. We had taken on, as one of our firemen, a Canuck, who, from the first, boasted that he was a "bad man".... He intimidated the cook right off.
He called to him, cheerily: "Hello, John! Any luck?" Jombateeste shook his head. "Nawthing." He hesitated. "What are you after?" "Partridge," Jombateeste ventured back. Jeff could not resist the desire to scoff which always came upon him at sight of the Canuck. "Oh, pshaw! Why don't you go for woodchucks? They fly low, and you can hit them on the wing, if you can't sneak on 'em sitting."
"The only lunatic, up to date, Miss Corson, has been a Canuck who had a knock-down and drag-out with a settee and " Lana was not finding Wyman's statement especially convincing in the way of establishing faith in his sanity. "I thank you for letting me in! I must find my father." The interior of the Capitol building was familiar ground to her.
Why not go altogether?" The little Canuck paused, as if uncertain whether he was made the object of unfriendly derision or not, and looked at Westover for help. Apparently he decided to chance it in as bitter an answer as he could invent. "The 'oss can't 'elp 'imself, Mr. Durgin. 'E stay. But you don' hown EVERYBODY." "That's so, Jombateeste," said Jeff. "That's a good hit.
To Tom Morse, sitting within the railed space that served for an office in the company store at Faraway, came a light-stepping youth in trim boots, scarlet jacket, and forage cap set at a jaunty angle. "'Lo, Uncle Sam," he said, saluting gayly. "'Lo, Johnnie Canuck. Where you been for a year and heaven knows how many months?"
Joseph Défago was a French "Canuck," who had strayed from his native Province of Quebec years before, and had got caught in Rat Portage when the Canadian Pacific Railway was a-building; a man who, in addition to his unparalleled knowledge of wood-craft and bush-lore, could also sing the old voyageur songs and tell a capital hunting yarn into the bargain.
Possibly he may have regretted his rashness in sticking to the middle of the channel until it was too late to change his course; but apparently the solitary young Canuck was at the time in somewhat of a desperate frame of mind, and recked little what might be the result of his mad act of defiance to the combined powers of tempest and boiling rapids.
That same evening Appleton pushed his chair back from the table and glanced toward Ethel, who had got out a bit of crochet-work. Then, with a sidewise glance at his wife, he remarked thoughtfully: "I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of Bill. A Canuck swamper named Leduc complained to me that the boss slipped up on him and knocked him insensible with a club. I can't stand for that not even from Bill."
"Well I've got more than twenty dollars," confessed Nancy. "Crickey-me!" gasped Cora. "Twenty dollars? Why, we'd give the dandiest kind of a spread salad, and ice cream, and cakes Oh, crickey-me! that would be great." "But what would Corinne say?" blurted out Nancy. "Hah! those big girls have after-lights-out spreads, too. That Canuck won't dare say a word." "But some of the teachers "
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