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"Truly," said Eadmund, "I am minded to do as he did, now that I have taken all the wonder of it in. But it seems over good to be true Swein dead and your offered help!" Then they both laughed, well content, and so Eadmund called the steward, and wine and meat were set for the king, and they sat down and talked, as he ate with a sailor's hunger.
Tell us how ye went in March with the boys to fight the varmints at the Sugar Orchard, Swein!" We all laughed, for we loved him none the less. His little blue eyes were perfectly solemn as he answered: "Ve send you fight Injuns mit your tongue, Mrs. Cowan. Then we haf no more troubles." "Land of Canaan!" cried she, "I reckon I could do more harm with it than you with a gun."
Swein Poulsson had become a hero, nor was he willing to lose any of the glamour which was a hero's right. "You did not see me safe James, no? I vill tell you Joost how." It never leaked out that Swein was first of all under the bed, for Polly Ann and Bill Cowan and myself swore to keep the secret.
"'Tis no news to me," said Terence, stamping his feet on the flinty ground; "wasn't it Davy that pointed him out to us and the hair liftin' from his head six months since?" "Und you like schwimmin', yes?" said Swein Poulsson, his face like the rising sun with the cold. "Swimmin', is it?" said Terence, "sure, the divil made worse things than wather. And Hamilton's beyant."
Soon I might ride at the side of Eadmund the Atheling to try to stay the march of Swein through England; and many were the fights I saw with him, until I was the only one left of all the youths who had been my comrades at first, and Eadmund had won his name of "Ironside" in bravest hopeless struggle.
Tell us how ye went in March with the boys to fight the varmints at the Sugar Orchard, Swein!" We all laughed, for we loved him none the less. His little blue eyes were perfectly solemn as he answered: "Ve send you fight Injuns mit your tongue, Mrs. Cowan. Then we haf no more troubles." "Land of Canaan!" cried she, "I reckon I could do more harm with it than you with a gun."
I am choost like an ox for three days, und chew grass. Prairie grass, is it?" "Mo pas capab', Michie," said the cook, with a terrified roll of his white eyes. "Herr Gott!" cried Swein Poulsson, "I am red face. Aber Herr Gott, I thank thee I am not a nigger. Und my hair is bristles, yes. Let us in the kitchen go."
He turned away to cross the parade ground, followed by the faithful Terence and myself. Others gathered about him: McAndrew, who, for all his sourness, was true; Swein Poulsson, who would have died for the Colonel; John Duff, and some twenty more, including Saunders, whose affection had not been killed, though Clark had nearly hanged him among the prairies.
And we were astir with the light, preparing for our journey into the unknown country. At seven we embarked by companies in the flatboats, waving a farewell to those who were to be left behind. Some stayed through inclination and disaffection: others because Colonel Clark did not deem them equal to the task. But Swein Poulsson came.
That night, as Tom and Cowan and McCann and James Ray lay around their fire, taking a well-earned rest, a man broke excitedly into the light with a kettle-shaped object balanced on his head, which he set down in front of us. The man proved to be Swein Poulsson, and the object a big drum, and he straightway began to beat upon it a tattoo with improvised drumsticks.
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