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I lak go to bed after big hunt." "You shouldn't talk so much," said Sam. "It tires you." "Let me talk," returned Musq'oosis, smiling still. "I soon done talkin'. I lak tell yo'ng man all an old man know. But not moch good, I guess. Yo'ng man got learn same lak his fat'er." The old man murmured on out of his store of wisdom. Sometimes he appeared to doze, but always he kept hold of Sam's hand.
"Ye-e-s," I replied; "it isht my condition dat misleats you, sir. Mine fat'er wast a shentlemans, and he gifet me as goot an etication as de Koenig did gif to de Kron Prinz." Here, my desire to appear well in the eyes of Mary caused me to run into another silly indiscretion.
Vill he pe college-l'arnt, like as his grant-fat'er, or only school-l'arnt, like as his own fat'er?" The allusion to the grandfather being a pleasantry of the colonel's, who insisted that all the old-country born were "college-l'arnt" by instinct.
"Long tam ago when I was little boy, Gaviller come to my fat'er. He say: 'You have plenty good land. You grow wheat and I grind it, and both mak' money. "My fat'er say: 'I got no plow, no binder, no thresher. Gaviller say: 'I bring them in for you. Gaviller say: 'I pay you two-fifty bushel for wheat. I can do it up here. You pay me for the machines a little each year.
"Sure," said Peter; "but was her mother a white woman ?" "They say so," said Poly. "Her long tam dead." "When did the girl come?" asked Peter. "Las' fall before the freeze-up," said Poly. "She come down the Spirit River from the Crossing on a raf'. Michel Trudeau and his wife, they bring her. Her fat'er he not know she comin'. Her fat'er want her live outside and be a lady.
All come to meet to our house to-night. There will be trouble. My fat'er send me for you. He say maybe you can stop the trouble." "I stop it?" said Ambrose, laughing harshly. "What the devil can I do?" Tole shrugged. "My fat'er say nobody but you can stop it." It was clear to Ambrose that "trouble" signified danger to Colina. "I'll come," he said apathetically. "Where is your dugout?" asked Tole.
It is difficult to make acquaintance through a wall of logs. Finally Ambrose asked how it was she could speak English, and that unlocked her simple story. "My fat'er teach me," she said. "He is half a white man. He come here long tam ago and marry Kakisa. He spik ver' good Angleys. When Watusk is make head man he mad at my fat'er because my fat'er spik Angleys.
"My fat'er t'ink about it. He is not moch for farm. But he t'ink, well, some day there is no more fur. But always there is mouths for bread. If I be farmer and teach my boys, they not starve when fur is no more. "My fat'er say to Gaviller: 'All right. Writings are made and signed. The ot'er men with good land on the river, they say they raise wheat, too. "After that the machines is brought in.
We take only human beings not monstrosities. Has he applied?" "Yess, monsieur; he tesires hees old apartment." "Which was that?" "Apartment A, monsieur; he hass always had t'e pest in t'e house when he come here mit' hees fat'er." "Well, apartment A's already taken; even if it were empty, he shouldn't have it. Where's your nerve, Pelletan here's your chance for revenge!"
"You got fat'er, mot'er out there, Sam?" she asked. He shook his head. "Both dead." "You got no people 'tall?" she asked, quick with sympathy. "Brothers," he said grimly. "Three of them. They don't think much of me." One question followed another, and the time flew by. They were making famous progress now. They ate.
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