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And will you nebber leave me, if I consent to go To your shanty by de stream of de O-hi-o? "Her fader's not asleep, and he will not agree, Dat you take away his dater to Ken-tuck-y. So alone by yourself; good hunter, you must go, Where the Ingin's rifle cracks on de O-hi-o. "Your moder, too, is near, aldough you did not see, And wid her leave you nebber go to Ken-tuck-y.
"But I do though and what's more, of my own killin' and dryin'. Purty naturist you must be not to see that's off an Ingin's arm." "Oh an Ingin's only, is it?" returned the Aid-de-Camp, whose apprehension began rapidly to subside, now that he had obtained the conviction that it was not the flesh of a white man. "Well, I'm sure! who'd have thought it.
Our new acquaintance, every now-and-then, would throw down his oar, and howl and clap his hands to show his grief for the loss of his departed friend. These pathetic lamentations elicited no sympathy from Redpath, who abused him for "a lazy lubber," and ordered him "to pull and not make such an infernal howling, worse than a wild Ingin's yell."
As he gazed on the bleached bones of the warrior, he said: "Boys, I'm going to tell you a good long story to-night. Them Ingin's bones has put me in mind of it. After we've eat, if you fellows wants to hear it, come down to headquarters tent, and I'll give it to you." Of course word was rapidly passed from one to another, as the whole camp was eager to hear the old trapper again.
"But I do though and what's more, of my own killin' and dryin'. Purty naturist you must be not to see that's off an Ingin's arm." "Oh an Ingin's only, is it?" returned the Aid-de-Camp, whose apprehension began rapidly to subside, now that he had obtained the conviction that it was not the flesh of a white man. "Well, I'm sure! who'd have thought it.
"Yet you broke through," Bess said. "Right here, I did, for a fac'" chuckled the farmer. "But it's warm down here and it made the snow soft." "Of course!" cried Nan Sherwood. "The stale air from the cars would naturally make the roof of the tunnel soft." "My goodness! Can't you see the train at all from up there?" Bess demanded. "Is it all covered up?" "I reckon the ingin's out o' the snow.
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