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Updated: May 4, 2025
"This is about all iv got to tell, mister osten, not but that i cud go on for paiges an paiges yit, given ee odds an ends o smal tawk an ginral nuse, for whin i wance begin wid the pen i niver no when to stop its awthership il taik to, maybe, if iver i git into diffikultys but its ov no yoos spinin out a yarn when its done, so il stop now, wishin ye all helth an hapines, wid the saim from all yer owld frinds at the grizlie bar gultch digins. they bid me say thail never forgit the hapy days theyve spent wid ye in the south says, an the forests of south ameriky an the roky mountins. but them days is all past an gon now. sure i sometimes feel as if the hole thing was a draim. dont you, mister osten. wid best wishes, yoors til deth.
At last I said: "Would you suppose, Steve, that the finding of George Murdoch's body was a necessary incitement among the causes that led to the little girl's getting lost?" "Domson's ascleep," murmured Helsmok. "I tink dey all ascleep. I wass yoos dropp'n off mineself."
Ony drink. Ha! dere be noting like tea." "Wow! man, mind what yer aboot. Ye'll scald him," said Dougall, anxiously. "You hole yoos tongue," replied the carpenter contemptuously, "me knows w'at mees do. Don' wants no Scoshmans for tell me. Voila! Monsieur have swaller un peu!" This was true.
She was stubborn in that way more stubborn than her mother had ever been. Mr. Rossi was no help at all in the matter either: he seemed to agree with her! "But you can't stand up," I added, still trying to convince her. "I'll sit," she replied curtly. Her tears had all dried up by then. "Oh yais, eets no problaim," Mr. Rossi interjected, "we'll seemply yoos ainuther baow."
Slowly opening my eyes I became aware of the fact that I was lying in front of a blazing fire, surrounded by Big Otter, Blondin, and Dougall, who stood gazing at me with anxious looks, while Henri Coppet knelt at my side, attempting to pour some warm tea down my throat. "Dere now, monsieur," said Coppet, who was rather fond of airing his English, especially when excited, "Yoos kom too ver queek.
Our interpreter, who had a tendency to answer in whatever language he was addressed whether English, French, or Indian replied "Yoos bin a-most busted, sar!" Suddenly the true state of the case flashed upon me. Langour fled. I leaped up, and scrambled somehow into the saddle. "Have I been long insensible, Salamander?" I asked, as we resumed our headlong pace.
"Jis' missed my ole camp by about ten chain!" cheerfully observed Saunders, entering the arena with a billy in one hand and a small calico bag in the other. And he set about making a third little fire. "Gittin' out with loadin', Helsmok?" asked Donovan, while we waited the boiling of the billies. "Yoos gittin' dan mit der las' wool," replied the Dutchman.
"How yoos like it?" asked Rais Ali, as they lay in the Turkish-corpse stage of the process, calmly sipping tea. "It's plis'nt," replied Ted, "uncommon plis'nt, but raither surprisin'." "Ha," responded Rais. At this point their attention was turned to the little fat Moor who had been their fellow-bather, and to whom Ted in his undivided attention to the thin Moor had paid little regard.
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