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Updated: June 7, 2025
They eat 'em by times, that's true; but thur's a releegius raison for that, not many hyur understands, I reckin." "And what would you have us do?" "Why, jest heist a bit o' a white rag an' offer to swop pris'ners.
"Strengers," began he, "when you scare up a grizzly, take my advice, and gie 'im a wide berth that is, unless yur unkimmun well mounted. Ov coorse, ef yur critter kin be depended upon, an' thur's no brush to 'tangle him, yur safe enuf; as no grizzly, as ever I seed, kin catch up wi' a hoss, whur the ground's open an' clur.
Finally Wully not Robin gave the sign that all were in. The old shepherd proceeded to count them 370, 371, 372, 373. "Wully," he said reproachfully, "thar no' a' here. Thur's anither." And Wully, stung with shame, bounded off to scour the whole city for the missing one. He was not long gone when a small boy pointed out to Robin that the sheep were all there, the whole 374.
"Thur's the darned thing at last," muttered he, as he flung himself to the ground, and commenced gathering the stalks of a small herb that grew plentifully about. It was an annual, with leaves very much of the size and shape of young garden box-wood, but of a much brighter green.
"I will follow your advice," cried Seguin, his eye brightening with the anticipation of a happy result. "Thur's no time to be wasted, then, cap; if Dacoma's men makes thur appearance, all I've been a-sayin' won't be worth the skin o' a sand-rat." "Not a moment shall be lost;" and Seguin gave orders to make ready the flag of peace.
"Thur's a good grist o' 'em," said Ike, "leastways a kupple o' thousand in the gang thur's bulls, cows, yearlins, an' young calf too, so we'll have a choice o' meat either beef or veal. Kin we do better than foller 'em up? Eh, Mark?" "Wal! I don't think we can, ole boss," replied Redwood. "They passed hyur yesterday, jest about noon that is the thick o' the drove passed then."
Nor is Hick Holt in such consate wi' his life eyther, that he's afeerd to risk it. Tho' ye air a stuck-up critter, I won't gi' ye the opportunity to 'kuse me o' foul play. Thur's grit in ye, I reck'n; and seein' that's made me change my mind." "What!"
"About the first shot? Who is to give the signal?" "I've thort o' that a'ready. It'll be all right, promise ye." "In what way can you arrange it?" "This way. Thur's a hunk o' deer-meat in the house: I mean to fetch that out, and chuck it over thur, into the middle o' the clarin'. Ye see them buzzarts up thur on the dead-woods?" I nodded in the affirmative.
He knows these diggin's better'n any o' us; an' he oughter know whur to cacher, I reckin. He's did that, I'll be boun'." "Ay, if he would," said I, thinking that Seguin might have followed the captives, and thrown away his life recklessly. "Don't be skeert about him, young fellur. The cap ain't a-gwine to put his fingers into a bee's nest whur thur's no honey; he ain't."
And as fur as quiet goes, I get used to the noises. Any sound that don't concern me, don't annoy me. I go about unknown, with nobody carin' what my business is, or where I'm bound fur. Now in the country everybody wants to know where from, and where to, and what fur. The only place to be reely alone is where thur's so many people that one man don't count for anything. And talk about noise!
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