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Updated: May 31, 2025
One of the four on the car was an old Indian and it was he, strangely enough, who broke the silence. He had seen the look in Howland's face, and he spoke softly, close to his ear, "Twent' t'ousand moose down there twent' t'ousand caribou-oo! No man no house more twent' t'ousand miles!"
The town of Octmesheim, in the district of Twent, and the diocese of Cologne, was his native place, and he was a man adorned with modesty and eloquence, and the venerable Master Gerard let summon him from Amsterdam in Holland to hear the confessions of the devout, likewise Gerard committed to him the governance of the Sisters of his House.
"In twent' t'ous'nd moon mak' heem how much?" he questioned. In all his life Wabigoon had never heard Mukoki joke before, and with a wild whoop of joy he rolled the stoical old pathfinder off the rock on which he was sitting, and Rod joined heartily in Wabi's merriment. And Mukoki's question proved not to be so much of a joke after all, as the boys were soon to learn.
For one long breath Rod and Wabi stared at their companion, only half believing, yet startled by the strange look in the old warrior's face. "Twent' t'ousand dead men!" he repeated. As he raised his hand, partly to give emphasis and partly to brush the cobwebs from his face, the boys saw it trembling in a way that even Wabi had never witnessed before. "Ugh!"
"Is it possible " He paused doubtfully. "What?" questioned Rod. "That it's swans!" he completed. "Swans!" cried the young hunter. "Great Scott, do you mean to say there could be enough swans " "They sometimes cover the lake in thousands," said Wabi. "I have seen them whitening the water as far as one could see." "More swan as you count in twent' t'ous'nd year!" affirmed Mukoki.
"Twent' t'ousand moose down there twent' t'ousand caribou-oo! No man no house more twent' t'ousand miles!" Roderick, even trembling in his new emotion, looked into the old warrior's face. In Mukoki's eyes there was a curious, thrilling gleam.
He hooked his forefinger in the pocket of my army-shirt, led me to one side, and breathed in my ear impressively these words: "He can out-buck anything in America!" "Going, going, going at twent ty four dollars and a half, gen " "Twenty-seven!" I shouted, in a frenzy. "And sold!" said the auctioneer, and passed over the Genuine Mexican Plug to me. I could scarcely contain my exultation.
He say, 'Eleazar, you live here, all right. When winter come I go back in the heel, trap ze fur-r, Madame, ze cat, ze h'ottaire, ze meenk, sometime ze coon, also ze skonk. Pret' soon I'll go h'out for trap now, Mademoiselle." "How long have you been here, Eleazar?" she asked. "Many year, Mademoiselle. In these co'ntree perhaps twent' thirt' year, I'll don' know."
The top-heavy youth closed his magazine and unlocked a brain-cell. "I don't mind." He ostentatiously consulted a very gold watch. "Must be in Chicago this evening," he muttered quite audibly, pulling a ten, twent, thirt frown that caused his labial foliage to rustle with importance.
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