"Maybe so most as good man like my wife hees onkle, Pete Fraser." "Well," said Alex, "we can drop down a way farther and if we don't meet bad water we'll get into camp early." "'Drop down' just about describes it," said Rob. "It's like sliding downhill on a sled, almost, isn't it? I'll know more about the making of a big river than I ever did before."
"That's the idea," said Alex quietly. "You'll not be tenderfeet when you finish this trip." "Her Onkle Deek, she'll tol' me something about those boy," said Moise, from the fireside. "She'll say she's good boy, all same like man." Jesse looked at Moise gravely, but did not smile at his queer way of speech, for by this time they had become better acquainted with both their guides.
Ten years later than that, they came up the big bend of the Columbia. Many men were killed on the rapids in those days. But they kept on pushing in, and in that way they learned all these old trails. I expect some Fraser uncle or other of Moise's has been across here many a time." "Seex feet high, an' strong like a hox," smiled Moise, nodding his head. "Heem good man, my onkle, yes, heem."
The beds of Moise and Alex, simple as they were, required only a roll or two to be ready for the boats. "We'll fix a system," said Alex, "so that we'll load each boat just the same every day. There's nothing like being regular when you're on the trail." "I'll bet, Alex, she'll not be a harder boss than ol' Pete Fraser, my wife, he's onkle," declared Moise.
"This grizzly, he'll be chief. He'll be dead man, too, maybe. Those grizzly he'll be onkle of mine, maybe so. All Injun he'll not want for keel grizzly. Some Injun can talk to grizzly, an' some time grizzly he'll talk to Injun, too, heem." "Now, Moise," said Rob, "do you really think an animal can talk?" "Of course he'll talk.
On the trail those man he'll take three packets, two hundred seventy poun', an' he'll trot all same dog we'll both told you that before. My onkle, Billy Loutit, he'll carry seex hondred poun' one tam up a heell long tam. He'll take barrel of pork an' ron on the bank all same deer." Rob turned a questioning glance on Alex, who nodded confirmation.
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 think we'd rather have something about your own country, about animals, the same as you told us back in the mountains, perhaps." "Well," said Moise, "I'll told you the story of how the ermine he'll got the end of his tail black." "Long tam 'go," said Moise, "before my onkle he'll been born, all peoples lived in the woods, and there was no Companee here for trade.
The air became cooler and the moon rose as we rolled along the embankment of Lake Mareotis, and the whole scene was so calm and peaceful and conducive to reverie that it seemed a rude awakening when we dashed into the station at Alexandria and the touts and donkey-boys began their tiresome yells and shouts, as if they had never left off since morning: "Onkle Sam, sir! werry good donkey, my master."
"Stranger still that you may cut a worm into several parts, and the life remains in each, but, strangest of all, that you should sit on the ground, professor, instead of rising up, while you philosophise. You are not hurt, I hope are you?" "I razer zink I am," returned the philosopher with a faint smile; "mine onkle, I zink, is spraint."