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"Come, Winklemann, be thankful that you are alive. By the way, Ian, where are the animals you killed?" "We are just coming to one. Here it is. I threw my cap down to mark it, and there is another one, a quarter of a mile behind it. We have plenty of meat, you see, and shall be able to quit the camp to-morrow."
Meanwhile Winklemann ran back to his house, where he found Mr Ravenshaw and Louis Lambert assisting several men to secure it on its foundations by tying it with ropes to the nearest trees. Joining these, he lent his powerful aid; but a power greater than his was at work, which could not be resisted.
"All right, Baptiste," said Lambert, coming forward, "I expected you'd want a messenger. Here I am. Black Dick's in the stable. He'll be in the cariole in ten minutes. What shall I say to the Governor?" "I'll go with you," answered Warder. "So vill I," said Winklemann. "You'll do nothing of the sort," retorted Ravenshaw. "You both need rest.
When the storm commenced, her dwelling had begun to show symptoms of instability. This fact she carefully concealed from Daddy and old Mrs Winklemann, who remained in their respective chairs smiling at each other, for both were accustomed to good treatment from their children, and regarded life in general from a sunny point of view.
They dashed into camp like a whirlwind, and sprang from their steeds, evidently well pleased with the success of the day. "Had splendid sport," said Victor, with glittering eyes, to one of the subordinate captains, who addressed him. "I killed ten animals myself, and Ian Macdonald missed fifteen; Winklemann dropped six, besides dropping himself "
Besides, I have big canoe, vich can holt us all." "Good-bye, then, and remember, if you want anything that I can give you, just paddle down to the station and ask for it. Say I sent you." "Ya, I vill go down," said Herr Winklemann gratefully. And Herr Winklemann did go down, much to his own subsequent discomfiture and sorrow, as we shall see.
"Humph! that boy does nothing but shoot," growled the old man, who was a giant in body if not in spirit. "Who all is he bringing?" "There's John Flett, and David Mowat, and Sam Hayes, and Herr Winklemann, and Ian Macdonald, and Louis Lambert all the best shots, I suppose," said Elsie, bending over her work. "The best shots!" cried Mr Ravenshaw, turning from the window with a sarcastic laugh.
Next day they might reach the settlement if strength did not fail, but when they lay down that night Warder said he felt like going to die, and Winklemann said that his "lecks" were now useless, and his "lunks" were entirely gone!
They were already mounted and on the point of taking leave, when the air darkened suddenly, the sky became overcast, lightning began to flash in vivid gleams, and a crash of thunder seemed to rend the earth and heavens. Presently Herr Winklemann, who meant to ride with the parting guests a short way, and was also mounted, uttered a shout, and immediately horse and man rolled upon the plain.
The missionary, with his assistants, was doing his best to reduce the chaos to order. Farther up the river Mr Ravenshaw encountered Herr Winklemann bearing a huge arm-chair on his shoulders. "Mine hause is toomed!" he said. "Doomed? I hope not. Where are you going with the chair?" "To zee hause of old Liz."
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