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My gran'mudder, she say, 'Voila, you can light your pipe with de eyes of dat Mathurin! She know. She say dat M'sieu' Mathurin's eyes dey shine in de dark. My gran'fadder he say he not need any lights on his cariole when Mathurin ride with him in de night. "Ah, sure! it is ver' true what I tell you all de time.
My gran'mudder, she say, 'Voila, you can light your pipe with de eyes of dat Mathurin! She know. She say dat M'sieu' Mathurin's eyes dey shine in de dark. My gran'fadder he say he not need any lights on his cariole when Mathurin ride with him in de night. "Ah, sure! it is ver' true what I tell you all de time.
Got young eyes, however, to help me," he added, with one of the fondest smiles I ever saw light a human face, as he turned to meet the pretty Dolly's "Good-morning, Peter," and to shake the hand of the elder sister. "She read good book for old Injin, when he want her; and when she off at school, in 'city, den her mudder or her gran'mudder read for him.
"Tell me all about him, won't you, Madame Angele? I want to hear you tell it," I added hastily, for I saw that she would despise me if I showed ignorance of Mathurin's story. Her sympathy with Mathurin's memory was real, but her pleasure at the compliment I paid her was also real. "Ah! It was ver' longtime ago yes. My gran'mudder she remember dat Mathurin ver' well. He is not ver' big man.
Fuss begin wid gran'mudder; now get down to gran'da'ghter. But good book all de same, let who will read it." This, then, was "Scalping Peter," the very man I was travelling into Michigan to see, but how wonderfully changed! The Spirit of the Most High God had been shed freely upon his moral being, and in lieu of the revengeful and vindictive savage, he now lived a subdued, benevolent Christian!
I should have thought this wig, these clothes, would have concealed me." "Sartain," answered the aged Indian, calmly. "Know young chief soon as see him; know fader know mudder; know gran'fader, gran'mudder great-gran'fader; his fader, too; know all. Why forget young chief?" "Did you know me before I kissed my grandmother's hand, or only by that act?" "Know as soon as see him.
"Tell me all about him, won't you, Madame Angele? I want to hear you tell it," I added hastily, for I saw that she would despise me if I showed ignorance of Mathurin's story. Her sympathy with Mathurin's memory was real, but her pleasure at the compliment I paid her was also real. "Ah! It was ver' longtime ago yes. My gran'mudder she remember dat Mathurin ver' well. He is not ver' big man.
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