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"Fust it was Dick, an' now it am de whole t'ree of 'em," he remarked. "I'se afraid dar is gwine ter be a bad endin' to dis yeah trip." "We will have to take what comes," answered Peterson. "But I have taken a fancy to those boys, and I'll stick by you to the end."
"Or a snug ship of three hundred, if lined with gold, might do." "He look berry like a t'ree hundred." "To me it seems a brig." "I t'ink him brig too, masser." "Or possibly, after all, the stranger may prove a schooner, with many lofty and light sails." "A schooner often carry a royal," returned the black, resolute to acquiesce in all the other said. "Who knows it is a sail at all! Forward there!
"T'ree years I go about an' work, always poor, dirty work, an' got no name, only 'Dago. I t'ink all de time 'bout my leetle beautiful town; but sometimes I t'ink, too, when I am tired an' people is hard to me: 'It is a dream. De world has no place so good as dat. What you t'ink, Dan?" "Oh, I dunno," grunted Dan awkwardly. "Anyhow, there ain't no harm in it.
"One, two hours," said the Huron, looking up at the sky, "den sun git dere," pointing to the zenith. "Shawnees know here?" "Know me here? Guesses not; don't care if dey does, nor dey doesn't care neider." "Shawnees won't come here?" "No, no, Oonomoo, you needn't be afraid " "Afraid who?" demanded the Huron, with quick fierceness. "Oonomoo never run afore one two t'ree dozen Shawnees.
"I never see so many people since I lef Quebec," he was saying. "She's jus' lak' beeg city mus' be t'ree, four t'ousan' people. Every day some more dey come, an' all night dey dance an' sing an' drink w'iskee. Ba gosh, dat's fine place!" "Are there lots of white women?" asked the girl. "Yes, two, t'ree hondred. Mos' of dem is work in dance-halls. Dere's one fine gal I see, name' Marie Bourgette.
"At Post heem worth fi' hundred dollars at Montreal t'ree hundred more!" Wabi strode across the cabin and thrust out his hand. "Shake, Rod!" As the two gripped hands he turned to Mukoki. "Bear witness, Mukoki, that this young gentleman is no longer a tenderfoot. He has shot a silver fox. He has done a whole winter's work in one day. I take off my hat to you, Mr. Drew!"
"Bagosh, dat man Ah'm wonder w'ere hees raise," Mike said to his partner once when Thompson was out of earshot. "Hees ask more damfool question een ten minute dan a man hees answer een t'ree day. W'at hees gon' do all by heemself here Ah don' know 'tall, Mac. Bagosh, no!"
Lay down i' the spruce-tuck alongside the path, about t'ree miles along, an' wait till these folks from the ship comes up to ye, wid four or five o' our own lads a-leadin' the way wid lanterns. They'll be totin' a power o' val'able gear along wid them, ye kin lay to that! Lep out onto 'em, widout a word, snatch the gear an' run fair south along the track, yellin' like hell.
"Eet ees not need to 'urry, m'sieu'," they assured me; "dat 'ouse to Patrique Moullarque ees hall burn' seence t'ree hour. Not'ing lef' bot de hash." As soon as possible, however, I piled up the stuff, covered it with one of the tents, and leaving it in charge of the steadiest of the boys, took the road to the village and the site of the Maison Mullarkey.
Cap' Girardeau, oh, perhaps two t'ree day. Me, I walk heem once, maybe so feefty mile, maybe so seexty mile, in wan day, two-t'ree a little more tam, me. I was more younger then. But now my son he'll live on St. Genevieve, French place there, perhaps thirtee mile. Cap' Girardeau, seventy-five mile. You'll want for go there?" he added cunningly. "Sometime," she remarked calmly.
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