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It was some Canucks clearing a piece of the woods, and when she spoke to them in French, they gave them full directions, and Braybridge soon found the path again." Halson paused, and I said, "But that isn't all?" "Oh, no." He continued thoughtfully silent for a little while before he resumed.
"If the new boss ever tells you to do a thing his way, you do it an' don't argue none as to whether he knows more about it than you do or not." "A whole lot o' dagos an' bohunks that's come into the woods since the blue-noses an' canucks an' wild Irish went out had better keep your eyes open," Dan Kenyon warned sagely.
Perhaps, there was also some superstition linked with his curiosity, for nearly all Canucks are superstitious; but at any rate the very next day he set about building the trap that should capture the "deevil bar," and make him a rich man. The trap upon which Alec relied for the capture of Black Bruin was a pen-trap.
The guide was expostulating himself speechless, the photographer was in convulsions, the Senator saw it was time to interfere. Leaning over, he gently tapped the patriot from Iowa on the shoulder. "Aren't you satisfied with the sixty million fellow-citizens you've got already," said poppa, "that you want to grab nine half-starved Canucks with a hand camera?"
"The amazing thing is that they got lost again, and that when they tried going back to the Canucks, they couldn't find the way." "Why didn't they follow the sound of the chopping?" I asked. "The Canucks had stopped, for the time being. Besides, Braybridge was rather ashamed, and he thought if they went straight on they would be sure to come out somewhere. But that was where he made a mistake.
"Well, I s'pose that's so," admitted Nan's uncle, rather gloomily, she thought. "So, if Beckett's crowd are int'rested in bumping you a whole lot, you may be sure Ged's promised 'em real money for it." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Uncle Henry. "You're fooling now. He hasn't hired any half-baked chip-eaters and Canucks to try and beat me up?" "I ain't foolin'." "Pshaw!"
Indeed his voice, now that the sharpness of excitement had gone out of it, was a very pleasant voice. The broken words he used assured Nan that his mother tongue must be French. He was probably one of the "Canucks" she had heard her cousins speak of. French Canadians were not at all strange to Nan Sherwood, for in Tillbury many of the mill hands were of that race.
We treated all comers alike: they were there to be pulled over; and we saw to it that they came. The following was our war song; we sang it going to the grounds, and we sang it coming away. The Canucks are on the rope, on the rope, on the rope; Their breasts are full of hope, full of hope, full of hope; They tell the teams they pull against That they're out to win the cup.
"Calm as a puddle to-day," said Joe. "You can almost hear the Canucks singing 'God Save the Queen." Dusk had set in when they left the deserted piazzas of the summer hotel for the camp-meeting in the grove. The flare of torches wavered afar between the tree boles, and above the lapping of the waves walled a drear hymn. Mrs. Hilliard skipped girlishly in the woodland path.
With a whoop to Bender, who had really begun to believe in him, and a commanding order to Jackson, the three stripped the costly Turkish rugs from the lounges, and blankets from the beds, and, following his lead, dashed through the woods to the relief of the endangered pile of lumber. On the way they passed a gang of Canucks, carrying buckets.
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