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Updated: May 12, 2025
Green fields lay before us, and tall trees sprang up, covered with a thick and verdant frondage! "Cotton-woods!" cried a hunter, as his eye rested on these still distant groves. "Tall saplins at that wagh!" ejaculated another. "Water thar, fellers, I reckin!" remarked a third. "Yes, siree! Yer don't see such sprouts as them growin' out o' a dry paraira. Look! Hollo!"
They carry faggots. They are rekindling the fires! Our men talk in whispers, as we lie straining our eyes to catch every movement. "It's plain they intend to make a stay of it." "Ay! we're in for it, that's sartin! Wagh! I wonder how long thar a-goin' to squat hyar, any how." "Three days at the least: may be four or five." "Great gollies! we'll be froze in half the time."
"By gollies, yonder's a house!" "A house? One, two, three! A house? Thar's a whole town, if thar's a single shanty. Gee! Jim, look yonder! Wagh!" I was riding in front with Seguin, the rest of the band strung out behind us.
I reck'n we kin git some o' it down, by holdin' our noses; an' at all events, it'll keep us alive a leetle longer. Wagh, ef we only hed water!" As if a fresh hope has come suddenly across his mind, he once more raises himself erect to the full stretch of his gigantic stature, and standing thus, gazes eastwardly across the plain. "Thar's a ridge o' hills out that way," he says.
That fust shout war from the Injun Cheeko; and the t'other air hern my gurl's. Durnation! if they hurt but a he'r o' her head Wagh! what's the use o' my threetenin'?" As if seeing his impotence, the hunter suddenly ceases speech, again setting himself to listen. Hamersley, without heeding him, is already in this attitude. And now out of the valley arise other sounds, not all of them loud.
I knew it was the settling of some old account, the winding up of some terrible revenge. The clattering of hoofs sounded behind me, and a horseman rode up alongside. I knew, without turning my head, that it was the trapper. "Fair swop, they say, ain't no stealin'. Putty har, too, it ur. Wagh! It won't neyther match nor patch mine; but it makes one's feelin's easier."
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