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With a fierce shout he dropped the gun, drew his scalping-knife, and sprang towards Waboose, or as I had by that time found a pleasure in mentally styling her Eve Liston.
At once my interest in the bear vanished, and I began to follow the Indian girl instead. I had not seen her since the evening of our arrival at the lake, and I felt a strong desire to make further inquiries as to the circumstances of her father's life among the Indians and his unfortunate death. Waboose had not seen me.
Suppose, now, that you were to express an intention to marry Waboose, the Hudson's Bay Company might object till you had at least finished your apprenticeship." "But I would not think of it before that," said I.
"No note mush, but me un'erstan' good deal," she returned, with a hearty laugh at my expression. I found on trial, however, that the girl's knowledge of English was so slight that we could not readily converse in it. We therefore fell back on the Indian tongue. "I wish I had known your father, Waboose," I said earnestly. "He must have been a very good man." She looked at me gratefully.
For a few moments the Indian did not reply, but continued to look thoughtfully at the ground. At length he spoke. "Was the Great Master of Life good when He let Waboose's mother die in the midst of war and weakness? Was He good to Waboose when He left her fatherless and motherless?" "Yes, He was good," I answered, confidently.
And don't forget your promise to say nothing to Waboose or anyone else about Liston's packet." "Not a word, my boy." That afternoon my friend set off on snow-shoes accompanied by two men. "Any message, Max?" he said, at parting. "Of course. My kind regards to everybody." "Nothing warmer to anybody?"
Before descending from the eminence, however, I took a look round the landscape, and saw the figure of an Indian woman in the distance, proceeding towards our fort. Although too far-off to be distinguished by feature, I could clearly perceive the light-blue cotton kerchief which formed part of the dress of Waboose.
"I also hope not," said his father, whose name was Maqua, or "bear," "but I am forced to think so, for when Big Otter promises he is sure to perform. He said to Waboose that he would be home before the berries were ripe. The berries are ripe and he is not home. Without doubt he is now chasing the deer in the happy hunting-grounds with his fathers."
No doubt I mangled the sentences and confused the ideas sadly, nevertheless Waboose seemed to have no difficulty in understanding me. I had certainly none in comprehending her.
I was about to ask Waboose to relate the circumstances of her father's death while in the act of rescuing her mother, but feeling that it might cause her needless pain, and that I could get the details as easily from some of the Indians, I asked her instead where her father came from. She looked at me sadly as she replied "I cannot tell. My dear father had nothing to conceal from me but that.
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