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You know ver' well you'll not can come up to the swans. "'Ah, ha! Was that so? said Wiesacajac. 'Let me show you somethings, then. "So Wiesacajac, he'll take those ol' swanskin an' put it on hees head. Then he'll walk down in the lake an' sink down till just the head and breast of those swanskin will show on the water. Wiesacajac, he'll be good honter, too.
Doan' 'at nonpulse 'e? Coomh!" "It does, indeed! You did n't put him on the horses?" "Noa, s'elp me bob. Neveh clapped heyes honter 'im, not t' Oi seed 'im hahteh my 'osses, a-yaadin' of 'em f'r me. At 's w'y Oi calls 'm 'Jack'." "I see!" said I admiringly. Which, the censorious reader will not fail to notice, marked a slight deflection from my moral code. "And he stayed with you, sir?"
And what are all of these little scratches, like a cat, on the beach, Moise?" "Some beevaire, he'll sweem across an' come out here. He'll got a house somewhere, I'll s'pose. Plenty game on this part of the river all tam. Plenty meat. My people he'll live here many year. I got some onkle over on Battle River, an' seven, five, eight cousin on Cadotte River, not far from here. All good honter, too."
I would make you black all over, Cigous, but I have take pity on your family, who must not starve. Maybe so you could caught meat, but all the tam your tail will mark you for a thief! "From that time," said Moise, concluding, "the ermine, Cigous, has always been a good honter. But always he's brown in the summer-tam, an' in the winter-tam he isn't not quite white.
It's made by drying meat and pounding it up fine with a stone, then putting it in a hide sack and pouring grease in on top of it. That used to be the trail food of the voyageurs, because a little of it would go a good way. Do you think you could make any of it for the boys, Moise?" "I don' know," grinned Moise. "Those squaw, she'll make pemmican not the honter. Besides, we'll not got meat.
Then he'll look out on the lake, an' he'll see a large flock of swans stay there where no man can come. Those swan will know the children was hongree, but they'll not like for get killed theirselves. "Wiesacajac he'll say, 'My children, why do you starve when there's meat there in front of you? "Those was child of a honter. 'Yes, said those boy, 'what use is that meat to us? It's daylight.
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