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Updated: June 11, 2025
He loved the Hudson's Bay Company's Post at Yellow Quill with an unwavering love; he ranged the half-breed hospitality of Red Deer River, regardless of it being thrown at him as he in turn threw it at his dog; he saluted Sergeant Gellatly with a familiar How! whenever he saw him; he borrowed tabac of the half-breed women, and, strange to say, paid it back with other tabac got by daily petition, until his prayer was granted, at the H. B. C. Post.
They strolled on and came to a forlorn little Débit de Tabac, showing in its small window some clay pipes and a few fly-blown picture post-cards.
"One must never smoke in a close carriage; one may ask and obtain leave to smoke, when returning from a pic-nic or expedition, in an open carriage. "One must never smoke in a theatre, on a race-course, nor in church. This last is not, perhaps, a needless caution. In the Belgian churches you see a placard announcing: "Ici on ne mache pas du tabac.
One night, shortly after his reception and restoration, he was sitting in the store silently smoking the Company's tabac. Sergeant Gellatly entered. Little Hammer rose, offered his hand, and muttered, "How!"
He also produced a small basket made of rushes, filled with a herb, which the natives called tabak, from which the French take the word tabac, and the English tobacco. Having tied this to a pole, he placed it in the boat alongside. Drake would at once have recompensed him with several articles, but the only thing he would receive was a hat, which was floated off to him.
But it seems, from what I was able to glean, that this particular hangin' didn't win universal acclaim, owin' to the massacre of Purdy not bein' deplored none." Once more the half-breed emitted a strangling cough, and Tex eyed him narrowly. "Somethin' seems to ail your throat." "Oui, A'm swal' de piece tabac'."
Meanwhile Tommy on his marches was discovering things. Wonder of wonders, this curious people called "baccy" tabac! "And if yer wants a bit of bread yer awsks for pain, strewth!" He loved to hear the French gabble to him in their excited way; he never thought that reciprocally his talk was just as funny. The French matches earned unprintable names.
"Ah, oui, I lost all my spirits, and my comrade Francois at the same time!" "Dear me!" exclaimed the clerk, bustling about the store while the guide continued to talk. "Oui, monsieur, oui. I lost him, and my tabac, and my spirits, and very nearly my life, all in one moment!" "Why, how came that about?" said Peter, pausing in his work, and laying a handful of pipes on the counter.
The old man chuckled and rubbed his hands. "That's nothing; he has the girl an angel!" "Good enough, that is what I said of her an angel!" "Get married yourself, Farette." For reply Farette thrust a bag of native tabac into Medallion's hands. Then they went over the names of the girls in the village.
It had come off his neck during his struggles, and there wasn't a vestige of it left, except a bright red mark on the throat, where it had nearly strangled him. When he began to recover, he put his hand up to his neck as if feeling for something, and muttered faintly, `The tabac. `Ah, morbleu! said I, `you may say that!
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