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Updated: May 27, 2025
"That man did not belong to our party," I heard Uncle Mark cry out. "These people must have formed part of another emigrant-train." Quambo and I ran up to him. We then shouted together, and some of the wolves nearest to us, startled by our approach, left their prey, when we were convinced, by the dresses of the corpses, that Uncle Mark's surmise was correct.
But I am moighty plased to see you; and, bedad, we'll be footing it away to the sound of me fiddle, I am hoping, before many hours are over. You have got it all safe?" "Yes. I keep de fiddle all right, and let no one play on it not even myself," observed Quambo.
When he could, he used to press Tom Quambo, an old free negro, into the service; and Quambo enjoyed the fun as much as Mike did. Each possessed a dog, of which they were very proud, ugly as the animals were to look at. "Den, you see, massa, if Yelp not 'ansome, he know eberyting," Quambo used to remark.
The stars came out brightly from the sky, and we shaped our course as directly as we could by them. While Uncle Stephen drove, Uncle Mark and I, with Mike and Quambo, marched on either side, our faithful dogs following at our heels.
"I said that I would if you asked me, so they will not be expecting me at home again," he answered. In ten minutes we were on as friendly terms as if we had known each other all our lives. Next day we started with our guns, accompanied by Mike and Quambo, and our three dogs.
The whole party joined us in the hut at supper, which, thanks to the diligence of Mike and Quambo, was quickly prepared. The old trapper had many anecdotes to tell, and many a wild adventure to recount, which, I saw, was greatly interesting to Reuben. Ashatea spoke but little, though I could see, by her quick glance, that she understood much, if not all, that was said.
We were about to turn in for the night, when Quambo, who had been to look after the cattle and pigs, reported that he observed a peculiar glare through the opening towards the west, though no camp-fire was likely to be burning in that direction. We all hurried out to look at what the black had described, and saw the brilliancy of the glare rapidly increasing.
My uncles and aunt had been greatly grieved at my supposed loss, and it had made them less contented with the settlement than they had before been; Uncle Mark especially missed the assistance of Mike, though honest Quambo had done his best to supply his place. Various schemes were afloat for occupying fresh territory, far to the westward.
Mike and Quambo purchased a lot between them at a short distance from the settlement, and became prosperous farmers; but they remained bachelors to the end of their days Mike declaring that the sound of his fiddle was more satisfactory to his ears than the scolding of a wife or the squalling of children.
"True for you, Quambo," said Mike, laughing; "for the best of raisons there's no one else but meself could make the music come out of it." Our Indian escort having set off to return to the camp, according to orders, we crossed the river to the opposite bank, where our relatives had collected to receive us. Lily looked somewhat pale.
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