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"Such a great chief must have many warriors many people. I do not see any. Were those your people that I saw in the canoe?" "Nittinat's people all gone," answered the old man sadly, dropping his chin upon his rush-clad breast. "But we saw a canoe with fourteen warriors in it, besides yourself," Charlie eagerly asserted. "Where are those young men?"
Heap like nails, chisels, and such things. If my young men sometimes stole very little things, Nittinat's heart was not little. He made the white chiefs welcome to wood and water; he gave them his women; and sometime make a big feast kill two, three, six slaves. White chief heap mean to make trouble about a few chains or hammers after all that!"
Nittinat's heart good. Close tum-tum, ugh!" "White man's eyes are closed his heart is darkened," said I, adopting what I considered to be a conciliatory style of speech. "My friend cannot understand how you could have known Captain Cook so long ago. All the white men who knew the great white chief have gone to their fathers." "Ugh, all same as Cappen Cook.
"Me great medicine man; make see canoe make see young men," responded the owner of the place, with a wan yet superior sort of smile. Charlie glanced at us, then asked quite deferentially, "Can you make us see what is not here?" "You have seen," was the brief reply. "Ask him why we are thus favored," whispered Fanny. "White man come to Nittinat's land, white man see Nittinat's power.
At this barefaced story, Charlie made a grimace, while he commented in an undertone: "But it is ninety-six years since Captain Cook visited this coast. How the old humbug lies." At this whispered imputation upon his honor, the old chief regarded us scornfully; though how such a parchment countenance could be made to express anything excited my wonder. "Me no lie. Nittinat's heart big.
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