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No Indian would have trusted to such a hiding-place, had it not been matter of notoriety that the trees had been felled for a particular purpose, or had their accidental disposition along the bank been discernibly deranged. But such was not the case, the hand of Pigeonswing having been so skilfully employed that what he had done could not be detected.
On the contrary, Boden fancied that his friend Pigeonswing was pleased, rather than terrified, at ascertaining the character of their visitor, though he no longer put himself forward, as had been the case previously; and from that moment the young warrior appeared to carry himself in a more subdued and less confident manner than was his wont.
"If I thought that, Chippewa, I would be off this blessed night to give the alarm." "No t'ink better of dat." "Go I would, if I died for it the next hour!" "T'ink better be no such fool, I tell you." "And I tell you, Pigeonswing, that go I would, if the whole Ojebway nation was on my trail. I am an American, and mean to stand by my own people, come what will."
Winnebagoe, Sioux, Fox, Ojebway, Six Nations all say don't know him. Medicine-man ought to know who he be, eh?" "I am not enough of a medicine-man to answer your question, Pigeonswing. Set me at finding a whiskey-spring, or any little job of that sort, and I'll turn my back to no other whiskey-spring finder on the whole frontier; but, as for Peter, he goes beyond my calculations, quite.
A warrior called Pigeonswing, whom you had in thongs, intending to torture him in the morning. He cut his thongs, and shot your young man after which he took his scalp." "How know dat?" demanded the Cloud, a little fiercely. "You 'long, and help kill Pottawattamie, eh?" "I know it," answered le Bourdon, coolly, "because medicine-men know most of what happens.
As for the Indians, neither of them deigned to touch a tool. Pigeonswing had little opportunity for so doing, indeed, being usually, from the rising to the setting sun, out hunting for the support of the party; while Peter passed most of his time in ruminations and solitary walks.
"That's another matter, and more easily come at. I understand you now, Chippewa; you wish to know how many of us there are in the country we call America?" "Juss so," returned Pigeonswing, nodding in assent. "Dat juss it juss what Injin want to know." "Well, we do have a count of our own people, from time to time, and I suppose come about as near to the truth as men can come in such a matter.
If a red man is slow to forget an injury, he never forgets a favor. In this he was as unlike as possible to most of the pale- faces who were supplanting his race, for these last had, and have, as extraordinary a tenacity in losing sight of benefits, as they have in remembering wrongs. By some means or other, it was now clear that Pigeonswing foresaw that a crisis was at hand.
There is an uneasiness about them, as if they still smelt the liquor; but some are busy cooking at the fire. I would give all my honey, pretty Margery, to be able to save Pigeonswing! He is a good fellow for a savage, and is heart and hand with us in this new war, that he tells me has begun between us and the English!"
With such a policy constantly in view, it cannot be matter of surprise that Peter continued on just as good terms with Pigeonswing as with Crowsfeather. But one precaution was observed in his intercourse with the first.
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