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I had been corralin' a heap o' city langwidge since I had been cooped up with Locals an' Hammy, but my heart failed me. I knew I was still some shy on society manners; but I also knew 'at the' was a heap o' bluffin' goin' on, so I stuck up my bet an' called. "Artie," I sez, holdin' out my hand, "you 're the first lord my eyes has ever feasted on; but I like you you're game.
"Then we'll pull up," continued the accountant; "make a fire, rest a bit, and eat a mouthful of pemmican; after which we'll strike across country for the southern woodcutters' track, and so home." "And how much will that be?" "About fifteen miles." "Ha!" exclaimed Harry; "pass the kettle, please. Thanks. Do you think you're up to that, Hammy?" "I will try what I can do," replied Hamilton.
"Where did you learn to talk that way?" sez she, quick as a wink. So I told her of my winter at Slocum's Luck, an' she asked me a million questions about Hammy an' Locals. When I was through she sat silent for a while an' then she sez, "Happy, I'm goin' to see more o' the world than just this ranch some day."
This suited Hammy to the limit, an' he didn't only read her he acted her. He'd roar an' screech an' whisper an' glare into your eyes so blame natural that a feller never used the back of his chair from start to finish, an' twice I was on the point of shootin' him, thinkin' it was real. If you ain't never read the book it'll pay you to fling up your job an' wrastle through it.
Artie from losin', me from longin' for the time to come when I should start out to be a little Monte Cristo on my own hook, an' Locals an' Hammy, from pityin' Artie an' envyin' me. On the twenty-fifth of March a wagon-load of grub an' four men came out to get things started.
"What's wrong now, Hammy?" inquired his friend, looking over his shoulder. "Oh, nothing worth mentioning rather a sharp blow from a branch, that's all." "Well, proceed; you've interrupted yourself twice in what you were going to say. Perhaps it'll come out if you try it a third time."
The deft hands swept the birds and beasts, with tarantula and tsetse, into the wooden box, and lifted the children from their chairs, as Captain Bingo and Beauvayse, following the D.A.A.G., came in, brimming with various versions of what had happened out there on the veld.... "I have other things to play with just now, Hammy. Run along with Berta now. You'll find your nurse in the hall."
Are you aware, Hammy, my boy, that the Saskatchewan district is a sort of terrestrial paradise, and Mackenzie River equivalent to Botany Bay?" "I have heard as much during our conversations in Bachelors' Hall, but Stop a bit, Harry; these snow-shoe lines of mine have got loosened with tearing through this deep snow and these shockingly thick bushes. There they are right now; go on.
I turned on my heel and strode out o' that store head up an' I was some glad that Hammy had taught me what strodin' was, 'cause the rest o' the gang opened up a path you could 'a' drove a street-sprinkler through. I didn't like the looks o' that lawyer, he reminded me of a rat. I don't care much for the law anyhow.
"No, not exactly; but through an old man of the tribe, who is well affected towards us, I have learned that there is a party among them who seem bent on mischief." "Then we may expect a row some day or other. That's pleasant! What think you, Hammy?" said Harry, turning to his friend.
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