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"It's just this way," Clallam continued; "we're bound for the upper Okanagon country, and we must get in there to build our cabin before cold weather." "Don't you worry about that. It'll take you three days to the next ferry, while you and me and the boy kin build a raft right here by to-morrow noon. You hev an axe, I expect?
And I says, 'Jake, you're goin' to give them the best you hev got. Why, that Big Bend desert and lonesome valley of the Columbia hez chilled my heart in the days that are gone when I weren't used to things; and the little girl hed came so fur! And I knowed how she was a-feelin'." He stopped, and seemed to be turning matters over. "I'm much obliged to you," said Clallam.
He drives them up in the mountains, where the owner don't travel much." The new rider had arrived at the bank and came steadily along till opposite the door, where he paused and looked up and down the river. "See him stoop," said Clallam the father. "He's seen the tracks don't go further." "I guess he's after the other one," added Clallam the son. "Which of them is the ferry-man?" said Mrs.
Then he'll trick my woman, that's real good to him; and I believe he'd lick whiskey up off the dirt. And every drop is poison for him with his complaint. But I'd ought to remember. You'd surely think I could remember, and forbear. Most likely he made a big talk to you about that cabin." John Clallam told him. "Well, that's all true, for onced.
"Well," he said, after comforting his wife and Nancy, "you were better off in the room, anyway. I'd not blame him so, Liza. How was he going to help it?" But Elizabeth was a woman, and just now saw one thing alone: if selling whiskey led to such things in this country, the man who sold it was much worse than any mere law-breaker. John Clallam, being now a long time married, made no argument.
"You talk to her, mother," said Clallam. "She's tuckered out." The men returned to bring the wagon. With chain-locked wheels, and tilted half over by the cross slant of the mountain, it came heavily down, reeling and sliding on the slippery yellow weeds, and grinding deep ruts across the faces of the shelving beds of gravel.
"It's our one chance," said he to John as the Indian, propping himself by a hand on the wall, offered the whiskey to Clallam. "We cross you Okanagon," he said. "What yes?" "Maybe you say no?" said another, pressing the emigrant to the wall. A third interfered, saying something in their language, at which the other two disagreed.
"Whatever's quickest to take us from this place," Elizabeth answered. "Breakfast'll be ready, ma'am, whenever you say." "I am ready now. I shall want to start ferrying our things Where's Mr. Clallam? Tell him to come here." "I will, ma'am. I'm sorry " "Tell Mr. Clallam to come here, please." John had slept sound in his haystack, and heard nothing.
"That's been attended to," replied Jake, and he reeled, for during his fire some Indian had shot once more. Clallam supported him to the room where his wife and Nancy had passed the night, and laid him on the bed. "I'll get Mrs. Clallam," said he. "If she'll be willin' to see me," said the wounded man, humbly. She came, dazed beyond feeling any horror, or even any joy, and she did what she could.
Clallam explained, and was evidently not so much as half believed. "If there are Indians killed," said the sheriff, "there's still another matter for the law to settle with him. We're sent to search for whiskey. The county's about tired of him." "You'll find him pretty sick," said John. "People I find always are pretty sick," said the sheriff, and pushed his way in, stopping at sight of Mrs.
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