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Only one thing kept him from some mad and suicidal move from joining some roving Indian band up north, or gypsies nearer and that was the strong hand at home. His Adjoining Brothers Yan had many brothers, but only those next him in age were important in his life. Rad was two years older a strong boy, who prided himself on his "common sense." Though so much older, he was Yan's inferior at school.
Choke-cherry ain't no good; but Black-cherry bark's awful good for lung complaint. Grandma always keeps it. So she and Yan planned an expedition together. The boldness of it scared the boy. The girl helped herself to a hatchet in the tool box the sacred tool box of his father. Yan's mother saw her with it and demanded why she had it.
Yan reached out for his bow and arrow, but the Mouse was gone in a flash. He fitted a blunt arrow to the string, then waited, and when the Mouse returned he shot the arrow. It missed the Mouse, struck the log and bounded back into Yan's face, giving him a stinging blow on the cheek. And as Yan rolled around grunting and rubbing his cheek, he thought, "This is what I tried to do to the Woodmouse."
Jim Bridger, sitting his gaunt horse, rifle across saddle horn, halted for the head of the train to pull even with him. "This here's Cassia Creek," said he. "Yan's the trail down Raft River ter the Humboldt and acrost the Sierrys ter Californy. A long, dry jump hit is, by all accounts. The Oregon road goes on down the Snake. Hit's longer, if not so dry."
He never again got so close in a guess, but no number of failures could daunt him after such a success. Sam was interested in the White-man's Woodcraft chiefly on Yan's account, but Blackhawk was evidently impressed with the study itself, and said: "Little Beaver, I'll give you one more to do. Can you measure how far apart those two trees are on that bank, without crossing?"
"Ah, George! if death changes a man no more'n they say it does, little does Felix Kendrick need to be holp by these dismal takings-on. From first to last, he begrudged no man his banter. But here we are, and yan's the preacher. The p'int wi' me, George, is, how kin we-all setting on the back seats know when the preacher gits to his 'amen, onless his expoundance is too loud to be becoming?"
Yan received him with a contemptuous kick, and, boylike, as soon as he could find some stones, he used them till Grip was driven home. Most lads have some sporting instinct, and his elder brother, though not of Yan's tastes, was not averse to going gunning when there was a prospect of sport. Yan decided to reveal to Rad the secret of his glen.
"Sounds to me like Sam talking through Yan's face," added Raften, shrewdly taking in the situation. "I'll see fur meself." Arrived at the camp, he asked: "Now, whayer's yer dam to be? Thar? That's no good. It's narrer but it'd be runnin' round both ends afore ye had any water to speak of. Thayer's a better place, a bit wider, but givin' a good pond. Whayer's yer logs? Thayer?
Look at that and that " There on the ground not ten feet apart were two enormous Horned Owls, both shot fairly through the heart, one with Sam's "Sure-death" arrow, the other with Yan's "Whistler"; both shots had been true, and the boys could only say, "Well, if you saw that in print you would say it was a big lie!"
At one time of the afternoon the sun shone so as to show plainly all that was in the hole. The boys went very quietly to Yan's lookout bank, and seeing that only the Kittens were there, Yan crept across and dropped the young Squirrels into the nest, then went back to his friends to watch, like Miriam, the fate of the foundlings.
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