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His ordinary appellation among his own people was that of Pigeonswing; a name obtained from the rapidity and length of his flights. This young man, who was scarcely turned of five-and-twenty, had already obtained a high reputation among the numerous tribes of his nation, as a messenger, or "runner."
How dat make red man Jew?" "Why, this is a new idea to me, though Parson Amen seems fully possessed with it. I suppose you know what a Jew is?" "Don't know anything 'bout him. Sort o' nigger, eh?" "No, no, Pigeonswing, you're wide of the mark this time. But, that we may understand each other, we'll begin at the beginning like, which will let you into the whole history of the pale-face religion.
Counting all round, I think we might muster hard on upon a million of fighting men good, bad, and indifferent; that is to say, there must be a million of us of proper age to go into the wars." Pigeonswing made no answer for near a minute.
Peter arrived about half-an- hour after Pigeonswing had gone to seek his rest; and from the instant he came in sight, our hero discerned the thoughtful eye and melancholy manner. These signs were still more obvious when the tribeless Indian came nearer; so obvious, indeed, as to strike more than one of those who were interested observers of all that this extraordinary being said and did.
"What sort of a man Jew, eh? Why call red man Jew?" "I know very little more about it than you do yourself, Pigeonswing; but such as my poor knowledge is, you're welcome to it. You've heard of the Bible, I dare say?" "Sartain med'cine-man read him Sunday. Good book to read, some t'ink."
"And here, you think, Pigeonswing, that we shall be safe during the day?" demanded le Bourdon, approaching the fallen tree on which the Indian had taken his seat. "Sartain no Pottawattamie come here. Too wet. Don't like wet. An't duck, or goose like dry land, juss like squaw. Dis good 'baccy, Bourdon hope you got more for friend."
"Well, tell you say, on'y one in ten t'ousant RAAL Christians 'mong pale-face, dough all call himself Christian! DAT what Injin t'ink queer, eh?" "It is not easy to make a red man understand all the ways of the pale-faces, Pigeonswing; but we will talk of these things another time, when we are more at our ease.
So bess. Now dey t'ink Peter all on deir side. But never forget you, young Blossom." "I believe you, Peter; for I FEEL as if you are a true friend. How lucky that we should meet here!" "No luck at all. Come a purpose. Pigeonswing tell me where you be, so come here. Juss so." "Then you expected to find us in this cover! and what have you to tell us of our enemies?"
On his way up stream, Pigeonswing met several more Indians; runners like himself, or as he seemed to be; or scouts kept on the lookout for the fugitives. He had no difficulty in deceiving these men. None of them had been of Crowsfeather's party, and he was a stranger to them all.
"All that may be done without killing single travellers, or murdering women and children. The peace will be made none the sooner between England and America, because you have got the scalp of Elksfoot." "No haben't got him any longer; wish had Pottawattamie take him away, and say he bury him. Well, let him hide him in a hole deep as white man's well, can't hide Pigeonswing honor dere, too.
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