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Updated: June 21, 2025
On the last day of all, by his own persistent wish, a certain number of members of the Brotherhood came to say good-bye to him. They came in one by one, Macdonald first. The old Scotchman, from the height of his sixty years of tough weather-beaten manhood, looked down on Robert with a fatherly concern. 'Eh, Mister Elsmere, but it's a fine place yur gawin' tu, they say.
There was a laugh from the trappers, and a voice cried out "Yur fool! D'yur think 'ee kud hit a spread blanket wi' that beetle-shaped blunderbox? Pish!" I turned to see who had delivered this odd speech. Two men were poising their rifles, bringing them to bear upon the bird. One was the young hunter whom I have described. The other was an Indian whom I had not seen before.
When I tried to stop 'im look 'ere. She raised her hand, nodding, and pointing to the wound on her brow. Isaac leant heavily on the table. A horrible suspicion swept through him. Had she wronged him in a yet blacker way? He bent over her, breathing fast ready to strike. 'Who was it? She laughed. 'Well, it wor Timothy then yur precious beautiful son Timothy! He fell back.
It is evident that the Indian has a comrade in the woods, yet not one of the band seems to know aught of him or his comrade. Yes, one does. It is Rube. "Look'ee hyur, boyees!" cries he, squinting over his shoulders; "I'll stake this rib against a griskin o' poor bull that 'ee'll see the puttiest gal as 'ee ever set yur eyes on."
The Indians would not fail to notice so many muffled tracks, and suspect there was something in the wind. The idea of "muffling" was therefore abandoned. What next? The trapper Rube, who up to this time had said nothing, now drew the attention of all by abruptly exclaiming, "Pish!" "Well! what have you to say, old hoss?" inquired one of the hunters. "Thet yur a set o' fools, one and all o' ee.
Look to yur sights, and give 'em gos; do 'ee hear?" As the trapper spoke, two hundred voices broke into a simultaneous yell. It was the war-cry of the Navajoes! As its vengeful notes rang upon the canon, they were answered by loud cheers from the hunters, mingled with the wild whoops of their Delaware and Shawano allies.
"Miss Nolla, Ah see'd a figgered dress a-hangin' from the hook in yur room, one day. No one never wears it, an' Ah wuz wonderin' ef it was yur's, er Miss Bob's, er Miss Anne's?" "Oh, that is a striped dimity that mother must have packed by mistake. It happens to be one of hers, so we hung it back in the corner till we go home again."
'Weel, aa niver! he exclaimed, when Jim's explanatory remarks had come to an end, swinging himself up on to his seat and gathering up the reins. 'Yur a boald 'un to tell the missus theer to hur feeace as how ya wur' tossicatit whan yur owt ta been duing yur larful business. Aa've doon wi' yer. Aa aims to please ma coostomers, an' aa caan't abide sek wark.
These forms were in every attitude, some stretched on their sides, others upon their knees, and still a number upon their feet, but evidently wounded. Some of us were about to rush out of our charmed circle to complete the work, but were held back by the warning voices of the guides. "For yur lives don't go," cried Redwood, "don't stir from hyur till we've knocked 'em all over.
Ye needna be feared, for there's naething shall happen ye but only, in looking after yur gud, I maunna lose sight o' my awn. You shall be ta'en ashore as gently as we can." The wounded man was too feeble to offer any resistance, and Harry, binding up his eyes, wrapped the clothes on the bed around him, and carried him in his arms upon deck.
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