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"You dam Yankee, stop Injin when him go wigwam," commenced Ronayne, rising at the same time and imitating the action of one unsteady from intoxication. "'Spose tell him gubbernor?" "Ah! you horrid wretch I see it all now, yet could I have been so imposed upon? You then were the pretended drunken Indian I let out that night? Upon my word, Master Ronayne. I never will forgive you for that trick."
Did I not kick you out," he added humorously, "and say, begone, you drunken dog, and never show your ugly face here again!" "On the contrary," returned his junior in the same mocking strain, "you were but too glad to be civil when I threatened you with the 'gubbernor!" "Once out of the Fort," he gravely continued, "my course was plain.
"Dat ist ferry easy; 'down rent, eh?" "Sartain Jarman, eh? you no spy? you no sent here by gubbernor, eh? landlord no pay you, eh?" "Vhat might I spy? Dere ist nothin' do spy, but mans vid calico faces. Vhy been you afraid of der governor? I dinks der governors be ferry goot frients of der anti-rents." "Not when we act this way. Send horse, send foot a'ter us, den.
"No gubbernor general, tell you. Got big army plenty warrior eat Breesh up!" "Now, Chippewa, answer me one thing to my likin', or I shall set you down as a man with a forked tongue, though you do call yourself a friend of the Yankees. If you have been sent from Detroit to Chicago, why are you so far north as this?
"He be d d," muttered the plain-speaking Injin, as long as I could hear him. As soon as released from his presence, Streak of Lightning continued his examination, though a little vexed at the undramatical character of the interruption. "Sartain no spy, eh? sartain gubbernor no send him, eh? sartain come to sell watch, eh?"
"How do, gubbernor," answered the chief, coming round from the rear of the line, and taking the proffered hand "'Spose not very angry now him good warrior him good soger," and he pointed to the young subaltern.
"I coomes, as I tell ye, to see if vatches might be solt, und not for der gubbernor; I neffer might see der mans." As all this was true, my conscience felt pretty easy on the score of whatever there might be equivocal about it. "What folks think of Injin down below, eh? what folks say of anti-rent, eh? hear him talk about much?"
"Good," was the answer, "Winnebeg always ready to do him order no angry more, gubbernor, with young chief," pointing to the ensign, as he moved off with his small guard. "Dam good soger you see dis?" and he touched his scalping-knife with his left hand, and looked very significantly. "No, Winnebeg, not angry any more," was the reply; "but how do you know him to be good soger?
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