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"Do I think so? Possible you might. D'ye see that ar case in the coon-cap?" The speaker looked, rather than pointed, to the young fellow of the buckskin shirt; who, outside the verandah, was now standing by the side of a very sorry-looking steed. I replied in the affirmative. "Wal, I reckon he kin show you the way to Holt's Clearin'. He's another o' them Mud Crik squatters.
The English Church minister called one day to see Arthur. He read some of the Bible to us and then he gave us a dandy prayer. He didn't make it it was a bot one. There's wild parsley down on the crik. Mrs. M. sed't wuz poison, but I wanted to be sure, so I et it, and it isn't. There's wild sage all over, purple an lovely. I pickt a big lot ov it, to taik home we mite have a turkey this winter.
"I don't like this hyur timber; it's too scant. Cudn't yer put us in the crik bottom, Rowl?" "There's a heavy chaparral," said the Frenchman, musing; "it's ten miles off. If we could reach that we're safe a wolf can hardly crawl through it. We must make it before day." "Lead on, then, Rowl!" We stole along with cautious steps.
The canoe seemed to come along pretty well. How that river does twist! And it's very narrow, I should think the steamboat would stick." The Captain opened his mouth helplessly, once or twice. "Gosh sakes!" he said, "you warn't in no river. You was in Pingree's Crik, or you wouldn't have got down here." "I thought it seemed pretty narrow.
I ca'yed him to a baptizin' over to Chinquepin Crik, once-t, when he was three. I thought I'd let him see it done an' maybe it might make a good impression; but no, sir! The Baptists didn't suit him! Cried ever' time one was douced, an' I had to fetch him away. In our Methodist meetin's he seemed to git worked up an' pervoked, some way.
Finally, after six cold and weary weeks, during which time much of hope and fear had constantly alternated in the breasts of the two Canadians and their men, notwithstanding the reiterated affirmative statements of the Indians; Pete grunted with satisfaction and pointed to a nearby forest. "Indian cabins over there," said he. "Two sleeps cum rich crik."
It was not the movement itself, so much as the time and manner, that arrested my attention; and these declared the object of the act. Neither for squirrel nor coon deer, bear, nor panther was that rifle being loaded! "Where are you going?" I inquired, seeing that he had taken down his coon-skin cap, and slung on his pouch and powder-horn. "Only a bit down the crik.
My ole mother had nobody but myself, and she wan't like to miss me, as I'd often stayed out a huntin' for three or four days at a time. The only chance I had, and I knew it too, war that some neighbour might be strayin' down the crik, and you may guess what sort o' chance that war, when I tell you thar wan't a neighbour livin' within less than five mile o' us.
"I was on my way from San Francisco tew here," began the witness, "when three days ago I wandered off th' main trail tew do a little huntin' an' was throwed by my hoss an' broke my right arm. That took all th' hunt out of me; an' I laid down under sum trees that growed 'long side a crik tew try an' do sumthin' tew ease up th' pain an' tew git a little rest afore I started back for th' trail.
I had ter 'nit socks en he'ps mek soldiers coats en durin' de wah, de marster sent 100 ob us down in Georgia ter keep de Yankees fum gittin' us en we camped out durin' de whole three y'ars. I member de Klu Klux. One nite a bunch ob us went out, dey got atter us. We waded a big crik en hid in de bushes ter keep dem fum gittin' us. Hab gon' ter lots ob camp-meetin's.
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