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I don't feel able to move a step." Tom sat down as he said this, and, uttering a sort of groan, leaned his back against a tree. "W'at, yous no' go fadder?" "No," said Tom, with some asperity, for he felt too much exhausted to speak. "Berry good, me say good-bye." Mafuta nodded his head as he spoke, and, gravely shouldering his load, marched away.
Then Nelson took him in hand and explained to him the meaning, while Baptiste listened even more eagerly, ejaculating softly, 'ah, voila! bon! by gar! When Nelson had finished he broke out, 'Dat young feller, his name Baptiste, heh? and de old Fadder he's le bon Dieu? Bon! das good story for me. How you go back? You go to de pries'? 'The book doesn't say priest or any one else, said Nelson.
Your fadder never take time to smell him's grog always toss 'im off quick." "Yes, an' then he'd toss the wine-glass into my face an' kick me round the deck afterwards, if not overboard," said Billy, with a look of contempt. "No, Zulu, I don't like your 'speriment, but you've put a notion into my head, for even when a fool speaks a wise man may learn "
"Undt dere iss blenty poor folk all about us," said Mrs. Kranz, shaking her head. "Lucky you are, dot you know noddings about idt." "Why shouldn't we know something about it?" demanded Ruth, quickly. "Do you mean there will be much suffering among our tenants because of this storm, Mrs. Kranz?" "Gott sie dank! nodt for me," said the large lady, shaking her head. "Undt not for Maria's fadder.
"Well, 'Dearest fadder, git a hold ob her, whateber her name is, an' carry her off body and soul, an' whateber else b'longs to her. Take her to de town ob Anjer an' wait dere for furder orders. Ob course for de windin' up o' de letter you must appeal agin to de state ob your affections, for, as " "Not a bad idea," exclaimed Nigel. "Why, Moses, you're a genius!
"I am no good at doctoring sick men," he answered. "Wolf Ear had better go back to his own medicine man." At this the Indian stared at the boy stolidly for fully half a minute. He understood that he was not wanted, and that he would not be allowed into the cabin. "White boy have no medicine for Wolf Ear?" he said, slowly. "I don't know what would be good for you." "Where white boy's fadder?"
"Well, what of that?" "What ob dat! why, you'll write a letter to your fadder. It'll go by de steamer to Batavia. He gits it long before we gits home, so dere's plenty time for 'im to take haction." "But what good will writing to my father do?" asked Nigel in a somewhat disappointed tone. "He can't help us." "Ho yes, he can," said Moses with a self-satisfied nod.
"Dear me, tink of mudder wanting to look at a big u'gy t'ing like fadder, when she could look at a 'itty witty t'ing like dis," and he rose and crossed to the crib where he deposited the small creature with yet more gurgling and endearing.
Perhaps the tribe mean to have a meetin' to determine in their own minds which side they ought to take in this war." "Not dat nudder. Know well 'nough which side take. Got message and wampum from Canada fadder, and most all Injin up this-a way look for Yankee scalp. Not dat nudder." "Then I have no notion what is at the bottom of this council.
It was pure melody, soft and pensive as the cooing of a wood dove. "Who belongs to it?" Bud was plainly suspicious. The shake of the squaw's bandannaed head was more artfully vague than her gesture. "Don' know modder die fadder die ketchum long ways off." "Well, what's its name?" Bud's voice harshened with his growing interest and bewilderment.
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