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I did not know what had happened, but I opened my wallet, for I was on a hunting expedition, and offered him some bread and dried venison. He looked at me reproachfully. "'Do white men eat bread the first night their papouse is laid in the earth? "I then knew the cause of his depression, and left him." On the night of the second day of his fast another child died of the fever.
John Nogan, who was much attached to us, would bring a fine bunch of ducks, and drop them at my feet "for the papouse," or leave a large muskinonge on the sill of the door, or place a quarter of venison just within it, and slip away without saying a word, thinking that receiving a present from a poor Indian might hurt our feelings, and he would spare us the mortification of returning thanks.
The child was seized with a dreadful fit of coughing, which I expected every moment would terminate his frail existence. I gave him a teaspoonful of currant jelly, which he took with avidity, but could not retain a moment on his stomach. "Papouse die," murmured the poor woman; "alone alone! No papouse; the mother all alone." She began re-adjusting the poor sufferer in her blanket.
"Papouse die," she said, mournfully clasping her hands against her breast, and looking down upon the suffering lad with the most heartfelt expression of maternal love, while large tears trickled down her dark face. "Moodie's squaw save papouse poor Indian woman much glad." Her child was beyond all human aid.
"Papouse die," she said, mournfully, clasping her hands against her breast, and looking down upon the suffering lad with the most heartfelt expression of maternal love, while large tears trickled down her dark face. "Moodie's squaw save papouse poor Indian woman much glad." Her child was beyond all human aid.
John Nogan, who was much attached to us, would bring a fine bunch of ducks, and drop them at my feet "for the papouse," or leave a large muskinonge on the sill of the door, or place a quarter of venison just within it, and slip away without saying a word, thinking that receiving a present from a poor Indian might hurt our feelings, and he would spare us the mortification of returning thanks.
Papouse no care for dirty shirt; their lee-tel bellies have no eyes." In spite of this eloquent harangue, I could not bring myself to use the grapes, ripe and tempting as they looked, or give them to the children. Mr.
He looked at me reproachfully. "Do white men eat bread the first night their papouse is laid in the earth?" "I then knew the cause of his depression, and left him." On the night of the second day of his fast another child died of the fever. He had now to accomplish three more days without tasting food. It was too much even for an Indian.
The child was seized with a dreadful fit of coughing, which I expected every moment would terminate his frail existence. I gave him a tea-spoonful of currant-jelly, which he took with avidity, but could not retain a moment on his stomach. "Papouse die," murmured the poor woman; "alone alone! No papouse; the mother all alone." She began re-adjusting the poor sufferer in her blanket.
Papouse no care for dirty shirt; their lee-tel bellies have no eyes." In spite of this eloquent harangue, I could not bring myself to use the grapes, ripe and tempting as they looked, or give them to the children. Mr.
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