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Updated: June 18, 2025
Yan's straw pointed toward the garden, and Guy's to the residence and grounds of "J.G. Burns, Esq." "I don't care," said Sappy, "I ain't goin'. I am goin' after some of them cherries in your orchard, an' 'twon't be the first time, neither."
This explanation by no means satisfied the one who now narrates, and after much research he has brought to light the forgotten story of Yuen Yan's early life, which may be thus related. At the period with which this part of the narrative is concerned, Yuen Yan dwelt with his mother in one of the least attractive of the arches beneath the city wall.
"Didn't you hear me say first thing that that there shot o' Yan's should score a 'grand coup'?" "Oh, shucks! I kin lick Yan any time; that was just a chance shot. I'll bet if you give feathers for Deer-hunting I'll get them all." "We'll take you up on that," said the oldest Chief, but the next interrupted: "Say, boys, we want to play Injun properly. Let's get Mr.
Of this thread he reeled enough for a strong cord tight around two pegs seven feet apart, then cutting it loose at one end he divided it equally in three parts, and, after slight waxing, he loosely plaited them together. At Yan's suggestion he then spliced a loop at one end, and with a fine waxed thread lashed six inches of the middle where the arrow fitted, as well as the splice of the loop.
"Haven't any here," replied Yan, in some fear, remembering now the tramps of Glenyan. "H-m all alone camped all alone, are ye?" "The other fellers are away till the afternoon." "Wall, how nice. Glad to know it. I'll trouble you to hand me that stick," and now the tramp's manner changed from fawning to command, as he pointed to Yan's bow hanging unstrung.
"What was it, boy? I heard it, but what was it?" "I I don't know," he gasped; "only it was at the g-g-grave." "Gosh! I heard it, all right," and Caleb showed no little uneasiness, but added, "We'll be back in camp in ten minutes." He took Yan's trembling hand and led him for a little while, but he was all right when he came to the blazed trail. Caleb stepped ahead, groping in the darkness.
"'Pears to me the fire needs a little wood," he remarked, as his eye fell on Yan's quiverful of arrows, and he gave that a kick that sent many of them into the blaze. "Now, sonny, don't look at me quite so hard, like you was taking notes, or I may have to cut your throat and put you in the swamp hole to keep ye from telling tales." Yan was truly in terror of his life now.
They had had a large family, but most of the children had died. Those remaining were Sam, aged fifteen, and Minnie, aged three. Yan's duties were fixed at once. The poultry and half the pigs and cows were to be his charge. He must also help Sam with various other chores. There was plenty to do and clear rules about doing it.
Then to Yan's amusement she examined all the tracks much as he had done, though it seemed clear that her nose, not her eyes, was judge.
His comrade responded to this by giving a glowing account of Yan's Woodcraft, especially dwelling on the feat of the rubbing-stick fire in the rain, and when they finished Caleb said: "Yan, you won, and you more than won, for you found the green timber you went after, you found the river Sam went after, an' the Injuns Wesley went after. Sam and Wesley, hand over your scalps." A New Kind of Coon
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