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The Stopping Place was filled with men from the ranges, freighters from the trail, and the nondescript driftwood that the waves of civilisation cast up upon those far-away shores of human society. With all of them Perault was a favourite. Carroll was out when he entered.
"Tell Josie and Marion," he said to Perault, "to get my room ready," and, weary as he was, he went to greet his chief. He found him, as men were accustomed to find him, busy with his correspondence. The Superintendent rose up eagerly to meet his missionary. "How do you do, sir, how do you do?
He swept both Perault and Shock angrily aside, gathered the little lad tenderly in his arms and strode off into the house, the white face of the child resting on his father's shoulder and his golden curls mingling with the black, coarse masses of his father's hair and beard. "Well, I'll be blanked!" said one of the men. "Wouldn't that pall you!" "Blank cantankerous cuss!" said the cowboy.
On Conjugal Love the classic models are first consulted, Oenone, Evadne, Medea, these characters being followed through the delineation of modern dramatists. We know of no more exquisite criticism than the pages devoted to Griseldis. Analyzing the accounts of Boccaccio, Chaucer, and Perault, our author concludes with the play of "Munck Bellinghausen."
"Perault," replied the Old Prospector quietly, "I quite understand you have your own quarrel with Carroll, but these are my affairs. Carroll will not cheat me." "Ah! Bah!" spat Perault in a vicious undertone of disgust. "De ole boss he blam-fool. He not see noting." And Perault departed, grumbling and swearing, to make his deal with Carroll.
Where is father?" The girl's lips were white. "Coming," said Perault nonchalantly, pointing up the trail. "We strak de bad luck, Mam'selle, so we start heem again." "Tell me, Perault," said the girl, turning her piercing black eyes on his face, "tell me truly, is father hurt?"
He had a furious temper, and in wrath was truly terrifying, while in matters of trade he was cool, cunning, and unscrupulous. Few men had ever dared to face his rage, and few had ever worsted him in a "deal." No wonder Perault, who had experienced both the fury of his rage and the unscrupulousness of his trading methods, approached him with reluctance.
A cowboy?" "No," said Patsy, after waiting for a few minutes, "I think it's Perault." "No, Patsy, that can't be. You know Perault went out with father last week." "Yes, it is," insisted Patsy. "That's father's pony. That's Rat-tail, I know." The girl stood up and gazed anxiously at the approaching rider. "Surely it can't be Perault," she said to herself. "What can have happened?"
This end," keeping his trembling finger at a certain point on the paper, "has been blocked up by a mountain slide. The other turns very abruptly, still to the east. Three mountain peaks, kept in perfect line, will lead you across this blockade to the source of the Lost River." "Mr. Mowbray," said Shock, "Perault tells us you only made short excursions from this point where we are now."
Macgregor and Perault, exhausted with travelling and faint with hunger." "Guess you'd better tell how you found them, Kid," said Ike, who had heard the story before. "Well, gentlemen," continued The Kid, his voice shaking, "it was a pretty tough sight, I can tell you. I first saw them a long way down the trail. Mr.
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