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"That I will, my boy," answered Dr McCan, to whom he had spoken. "You are suffering in my service, and I am bound to do my best for you." The doctor at once got Adair below, and by applying salt to the tails of the leeches made them let go. And then a little cooling ointment set him all to rights, while the bleeding did him no particular harm.
This last hour has been sweet. I have been awake, and I have been loving you." "I do not hear McCan," Smoke said. "And what has become of the young men that they have not found us?" He threw back the robes and saw a normal and solitary sun in the sky. A gentle breeze was blowing, crisp with frost and hinting of warmer days to come. All the world was natural again.
It will be remembered that the "above" and "below" in the priest's house were only terms of compliment, and, as Denis McGovery was standing in the hall, that is, at the open door of the very room in which Judy McCan had been announcing his attendance, he, of course, had heard what had passed; therefore, when Father John said "let him come in," he wanted no further introduction, but, thrusting himself just through the door, and taking hold of a scanty lock of hair on his forehead, by way of reverential salutation, he said, "Iss, yer honor."
For two more days they wandered, crossing other and wrong divides, and in those two days they dropped spring behind and climbed up into the abode of winter. "The young men have lost our trail, an' what's to stop us restin' a day?" McCan begged. But no rest was accorded. Smoke and Labiskwee knew their danger. They were lost in the high mountains, and they had seen no game nor signs of game.
Hill, worn for a time by her, and has been carefully preserved to this day. It is an imported bonnet a genuine Leghorn and of a kind so costly that Mr. Hill made only an occasional sale of one. Map made by J. McCan Davis, aided by surviving inhabitants of New Salem. Dr. John Allen was the leading physician of New Salem.
Listen to that, Smoke!" Three ancient squaws had halted midway between the bachelors' camp and the camp of McCan, and the oldest was declaiming in shrill falsetto. Smoke recognized the names, but not all the words, and Shorty translated with melancholy glee. "Labiskwee, the daughter of Snass, the Rainmaker, the Great Chief, lights her first maiden's fire to-night.
McCan had sunk down, squatting, on his skees, his mouth and eyes covered by his arms. "Come on, make a start," Smoke ordered. "I can't move," McCan moaned. His doubled body set up a swaying motion. Smoke went toward him slowly, scarcely able to will movement through the lethargy that weighed his flesh. He noted that his brain was clear. It was only the body that was afflicted.
"There be three suns," McCan muttered hoarsely, reeling as he clung to his staff for support. There was a mock sun on either side of the real sun. "There are five," said Labiskwee; and as they looked, new suns formed and flashed before their eyes. "By Heaven, the sky is filled with suns beyant all countin'," McCan cried in fear.
This was said while the frigate and her prize were brought up on their voyage to Sierra Leone. Doctor McCan looked at the white spit of sand, and thought what heavy work it would be running over it; but he felt that he was in honour bound to keep to the proposed terms. A party was soon made up to go on shore, and all hands looked forward to the fun they expected to enjoy from the exhibition.
Hour after hour the coughing spells increased in frequency and violence, and not till late afternoon was the worst reached. After that the mend came slowly, and between spells they dozed in exhaustion. McCan, however, steadily coughed worse, and from his groans and howls they knew he was in delirium. Once, Smoke made as if to throw the robes back, but Labiskwee clung to him tightly.
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