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And shore were gettin' acquainted when when he told me who he was. Then I left him hurried back to camp." "Colter met Isbel down in the woods," replied Jorth, ponderingly. "Said he looked like an Indian a hard an' slippery customer to reckon with." "Shore I guess I can indorse what Colter said," returned Ellen, dryly. She could have laughed aloud at her deceit. Still she had not lied.
The 4 Indians who visited us to day informed us that they Came from their village on Lewis's river two days ride from this place for the purpose of Seeing of us and getting a little eye water I washed their eyes with Some eyewater and they all left us at 2 P.M. and returned to the Villages on the opposit Side of this river. at 1 oClock Shannon, Colter, Labiech, Crusatt Lapage and Collins all returned from hunting without haveing killed any thing except a fiew heath hens & black Pheasants two of which they brought with them.
The Clatsops inform us that Several of their nation has the Sore throat, one of which has laterly died with this disorder. the Hunters Sent out to day all returned except Colter unsessfull.
She felt the virile force of the man in the strain of his body as he pressed her close. It all seemed unreal a hideous dream the gloom, the moan of the wind, the weird solitude, and this rustler with hand and will like cold steel. "We'd come back to Greaves's store," Colter began. "An' as Greaves was daid we all got free with his liquor. Shore some of us got drunk.
Colter also returnd. this evening. continue the opperation of dryin our meat.
The images, the scenes called up by Colter's words, were as true as the gloom of the wild gulch and the loneliness of the night solitude as true as the strange fact that she lay passive in the arm of a rustler. "Wall, after a while I woke up," went on Colter, clearing his throat. "It was gray dawn. All was as still as death.... An' somethin' shore was wrong.
Without apparent effort Colter carried her, striding rapidly away from the cabins into the border of spruce trees at the foot of the canyon wall. "Colter where oh, where are Y'u takin' me?" she found voice to cry out. "By God! I don't know," he replied, with strong, vibrant passion. "I was a fool not to carry y'u off long ago. But I waited.
"Jim, I hated y'u a moment ago," she burst out. "But now with that Jean Isbel somewhere near hidin' watchin' to kill y'u an' maybe me, too I I don't hate y'u any more.... Take me away." "Girl, have y'u lost your nerve?" he demanded. "My God! Colter cain't y'u see?" she implored. "Won't y'u take me away?" "I shore will presently," he replied, grimly.
Last night two of our horses broke loos from the picquits and straggled off some little distance, the men who had charge of them fortunately recovered them early. at 7 A.M. we set out having previously sent on our small Canoe with Colter and Potts. we had not arrived at the top of a hill over which the road leads opposite the village before Charbono's horse threw his load, and taking fright at the saddle and robe which still adhered, ran at full speed down the hill, near the village he disengaged himself from the saddle and robe, an indian hid the robe in his lodge.
Lewis Drewyer Jo. & R. Fields & Frasure Set out down on the Shore to examine if any white men were below within our reach, they took a empty Canoe & 5 men to Set them around the Point on a Gravelley Beech which Colter informed was at no great distance below.
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