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Updated: May 31, 2025
If there are slashers hanging around the trading post they'll be only too anxious to get you drunk, and put you out of business. There's too much at stake to run any risk." "Umph! me no get drunk," the Indian retorted. "Me no fool. Me no crazee white man." It took them almost a half hour to cross to the mainland. Here they landed, concealed the canoe, and ate a frugal meal of bread and dried meat.
The slashers and others will soon know, too, and I might not always be on hand." That was months ago, but she remembered every word. She thought then that Dane had spoken rather plainly, and had told him so. But she knew now how well he understood the risks she would run, and that he was speaking for her welfare.
This Dane realised was only too true, and the blood surged madly through his veins. He must reach the camp first and warn the men of their danger. And he would lead them against the slashers, for nothing would give him greater satisfaction than to surprise and confound those skulking rebels. His heart turned toward Jean, and he longed to go in search of her.
I sometimes think if I may take advantage of this occasion to make the only reply in a working life of thirty years to any of the "slashers" with whose devotion I am told that I have been honored I sometimes think, good brother critics, that I have had my share of the attentions of poisoned weapons.
"Did you ever live in the woods?" "No. This is my first experience." "Do you think you will like it? Won't you be afraid?" "I am going to do my best to like it. And why should I be afraid?" "Because of men, especially the slashers; that's why." "Who are the slashers?" "Rebels who oppose the King's men in cutting masts. They wander everywhere, slashing as they go, and ruining the forests."
"Until the rangers come to take them away," was the reply. "But come into the house. You will get cold here." In his lonely house in the wilderness Thomas Norman was undergoing great agony of mind and body. The presence of the first band of slashers had been hard for him to endure, and when they were joined later by the rebels from the Washademoak, his distress was intense.
He turned to the other Indians, and spoke to them in quick, short syllables. They replied, but what they said Jean did not know. She could only hope. "No kill slashers, eh?" Sam queried, turning to the girl. "Please don't. Drive them away; frighten them, but do not kill them." "Sam no say now. See bimeby, mebbe." To Jean Sam was the very embodiment of good nature and gentle care.
He stopped slashing immediately. Slashers are smart; you kill them and they find it out right away. Before long, the water around the ship and the monster was polluted with things like that.
But it had been a difficult journey. They had lost their way, and floundered about in valleys and swamps. Fear still possessed the hearts of more than half their number, and time and time again they were on the point of turning back. But as Sam and his followers watched from the darkness of the woods, the slashers were in better spirits. They were to attack at midnight, and carry off the girl.
But as these latter were few, and were by no means representative of the loyal Acadians in the land, Davidson was little concerned about what they said. He was chiefly anxious to have the Indians on his side. The slashers were becoming very troublesome up river, and he wanted to keep the natives from joining them against the King's mast-cutters.
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