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"Chingawa," began he, "a Chippeway or Ojibway Indian, better-known at the fort as `Old Foxey, was a noted hunter of his tribe. I had grown to be a favourite with him. My well-known passion for the chase was a sort of masonic link between us; and our friendship was farther augmented by the present of an old knife for which I had no farther use.
Then a haunting fear came to him that the thief had escaped had won out to the big world in spite of the storm and by some other course than Witless Bay. With this fear in him, he carried on terribly for a few minutes, raging around his fire, cursing the name and the soul of Foxey Jack Quinn, calling upon the saints for justice, confounding his luck and his enemies.
She happening to visit a relative, who was physician in a lunatic asylum, and showing the little poem, it was printed in the 'Asylum Magazine, from which it was copied into the 'Animal World: Poor little Foxey, With your coaxy Little way, You're gone for aye.
"Red-head," said the soldiers, and little Peter laughed; but when one of them sometimes said to another, "Foxey," he would bite his teeth together and look another way into the wide world. He did not care for the nickname. The boy was active, pleasant of speech, and good-humored; that is the best canteen, said his old comrades.
In a few minutes, by means of the ice-chisel and pickaxe, we had pierced the crust of the dome; and there, apparently half asleep, because dazzled and blinded by the sudden influx of light were no less than eight full-grown musquashes! "Almost before I could count them, Old Foxey had transfixed the whole party, one after the other, with his long spear.
"I'm t'inkin' it bes about time to t'row some fish to that dog Jack Quinn," he murmured. He went out, leaving the bag of gold on the table, and locked the door behind him. Though he left the gold he did not leave the pistols. Under his arm he carried the wine and the tinned meat. He went straight to Foxey Jack Quinn's cabin, and entered without knocking on the door.
In such signs he read the fleeting history of the passing of generations of men that way of men from Chance Along who had sought in this wilderness for flesh for their pots and timber for their huts, boats and stages. He found everything but what he was looking for the frozen body of Foxey Jack Quinn with the necklace of diamonds and rubies in its pocket.
He called me Foxey, the young villain, and said I was a double faced snarling brute; let him say so again and I will knock his head off."
"Me own diamonds!" he cried. "Holy saints alive, me own diamonds! Where'd ye find 'em? Tell me that, now where'd ye find 'em?" Darling did not reply for a moment. Then, speaking quietly and somewhat bitterly, he said, "If you really want to know, I found them on a dead man, under the cliff a few miles to the north of here." "That would be Foxey Jack Quinn," said the skipper.
I'll no longer hark To your garrulous bark, See the fleeching grimace Of your comical face, Nor be touched by your yelping When you get a skelping. You had no orthodoxy Poor Foxey, Nor a commanding spirit, Nor any great merit. The reason for sorrow, then, what is it? Just that you're missed, And that's all That shall befall The rest of us, Even the best of us.
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