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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Well, why don't ye? That's what I'd do if I was a boy playin' Injun; I'd go right in an' play." "All right, bhoys," said Raften; "but mind ye the pigs an' cattle's to be 'tended to every day." "Is that what ye call lettin' us camp out come home to work jest the same?" "No, no, William," interposed Mrs. Raften; "that's not fair. That's no way to give them a holiday. Either do it or don't.
The cows' milk was needed and the calves of little value, so usually they were killed when too young for food. The boys did the killing, making more or less sport of it, and the skins, worth fifty cents apiece green and twenty-five cents dry, at the tannery, were their proper pay. Raften never allowed his son to kill the calves.
He wanted to have it over with. He was one of the kind not prayed for in the Litany that crave "sudden death." But Raften was unchanged. At breakfast Sam was as usual, except to Yan, and not very different to him. He had a swelling on his lip that he said he got "tusslin' with the boys somehow or nuther." After breakfast Raften said: "Yahn, I want you to come with me to the schoolhouse."
Little Beaver every time." "Then, again, which of us can lay all the others on his back? Little Beaver, I s'pose." "Which of us has most grand coups and scalps?" "Ye're forgittin' his eddication," put in Raften to be scornfully ignored; even Little Beaver resented this as un-Indian. "Which has most scalps?" Sam repeated with sternness.
They ran for the boundary fence, while Burns contented himself with shouting out threats and denunciations. Not that he cared a straw for the Birch tree timber had no value in that country but unfortunately Raften had quarrelled with all his immediate neighbours, therefore Burns did his best to make a fearful crime of the petty depredation.
Raften was the stronger and richer man, but Boyle, whose father had paid his own steerage rate, knew all about Raften's father, and always wound up any discussion by hurling in Raften's teeth: "Don't talk to me, ye upstart. Everybody knows ye are nothing but a Emmy Grant." This was the one fly in the Raften ointment. No use denying it.
You see, we don't know how. It seems to me that I read once the best place in the teepee is opposite the door and a little to one side. Let's make it here." So Raften placed the four logs for the sides and ends of the bed and drove in the ground the four stakes to hold them.
There, not twenty yards away, stood William Raften, spectator of the whole affair an expression not of anger but of infinite sorrow and disappointment on his face not because they had quarrelled no he knew boy nature well enough not to give that a thought but that his son, older and stronger than the other and backed by another boy, should be licked in fair fight by a thin, half-invalid.
They had to be perfectly tight or they would slip and fall in a heap each time they were raised, and it seemed at length that the boys would be forced to the impropriety of using hay wire, when they heard a low grunt, and turning, saw William Raften standing with his hands behind him as though he had watched them for hours. The boys were no little startled.
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