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Nitchie!" and there by the flickering light of the fire, I saw our eldest son, who had left us, for a trip with his uncle to the Rocky Mountains a mere boy, and now stood before us in size a man. As his father rose to his feet, he exclaimed in an agony of joy: "Oh! father, is it you?" and he fell upon his father's neck and wept, and his father wept upon his neck.
If she was mine I'd tickle her back for it." The eyes in the Scotchman's granite face flashed. "Man, can you never say twa-three words withoot profanity? This is a God-fearin' camp. There's nae place here for those who tak His name in vain." "Smashed 'em with her own hands is that what you mean? I'll give it to her that she's a plucky li'l' devil, even if she is a nitchie."
See Journal, pp. 79, 85-86. The end of this paragraph gave Mary much trouble. This revision is a good example of Mary's frequent improvement of her style by the omission of purple patches. But the passage also has intrinsic interest. Mathilda's "adoration" for her father may be compared to Mary's feeling for Godwin. See Nitchie, Mary Shelley, p. 89, and note 9.
Nor could she persuade herself that Whaley would stand between him and West's anger. To the gambler Onistah was only a nitchie. The train passed out of the woods to the shore of the lake. Here the going was better. The sun was down and the snow-crust held dogs and sled. A hundred fifty yards from the cabin McRae pulled up the team. He moved forward and examined the snow.
See Nitchie, Mary Shelley, pp. 8-10. Job, 17: 15-16, slightly misquoted. Not in F of F A. The quotation should read: Fam. Whisper it, sister! so and so! In a dark hint, soft and slow. The mother of Prince Arthur in Shakespeare's King John. In the MS the words "the little Arthur" are written in pencil above the name of Constance.
She had unseated him and was scrambling to her feet before he had her by the shoulders. The girl ducked her head in an effort to wrench free. She could as easily have escaped from steel cuffs as from the grip of his brown fingers. "You'd better let me go!" she cried. "You don't know who I am." "Nor care," he flung back. "You're a nitchie, and you smashed our kegs. That's enough for me."
This paragraph is an elaboration of the description of her aunt's coldness as found in F of F B. There is only one sentence in F of F A. The description of Mathilda's love of nature and of animals is elaborated from both rough drafts. For the theme of loneliness in Mary Shelley's work, see Nitchie, Mary Shelley, pp. 13-17. This paragraph is a revision of F of F B, which is fragmentary.
"By Gad, she's some clipper," West said, aloud to himself, just as though the girl had not been present. "Will you leave my daughter oot o' your talk, man?" warned the Scotchman. "What's ailin' you?" West's sulky, insolent eyes turned on the buffalo-hunter. "A nitchie's a nitchie. Me, I talk straight. But I aim to be reasonable too. I don't like a woman less because she's got the devil in her.
She made a move toward a fur lying across the back of a chair. He laid a hand upon her arm. "What's your rush? What are you dodgin' for, girl? I'm good as Susie to keep the goblins from gettin you." "Don't touch me." Her eyes sparked fire. "You're mighty high-heeled for a nitchie. I reckon you forget you're Sleeping Dawn, daughter of a Blackfoot squaw."
Says he beats up his squaw an' starts in to scalp th' dogs an' chickens." "Shtop ut!" bawled Slavin, "d'ju hear, Yorkey? . . . shtoolin' th' nitchie on tu commit a felony an' th' like, thataways!" He sniffed disgustedly. "Skutiawpwè an' squaws! . . . blarney me sowl! but ye've a quare idea av a josh. 'Tis a credit y'are tu th' Ould Counthry, an' no error. I do not wondher ye left ut."
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