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"That's Peavey Jo's work," said the Supervisor at last. "I reckon this is where he begins to find trouble on his hands. We'll find out, McGinnis, how much of this timber he has stolen, measure up the stumps and make him pay for every stick he's taken." "Ye'd better leave Peavey Jo alone. They used to call him 'The Canuck Brute," remarked McGinnis.
Frank wouldn't want to." "Who'd you like?" "Well Jombateeste." "Ask him." Whitwell called to the Canuck, and he came forward to the edge of the mow, and stood, fork in hand, looking down. "Want to stay here this winter and look after the horses, Jombateeste?" Whitwell asked. "Nosseh!" said the Canuck, with a misliking eye on Jeff. "I mean, along with me," Whitwell explained.
He was that Canuck I had helpin' me clear that piece over on Lion's Head for the pulp-mill; pulp-mill went all to thunder, and I never got a cent. And sometimes Jackson comes down with his plantchette, and we have a good time." "Jackson still believes in the manifestations?" "Yes. But he's never developed much himself. He can't seem to do much without the plantchette.
Johnnie Canuck!" said he. And there it remains. I do not know the name of the man who dragged me to comparative safety at such terrible risk to himself. Behind the old house where I lay there was a battery of British guns, 4.7's. After a while the enemy found the range, and their shells commenced bursting round me. God in Heaven! I died a hundred deaths in that old ruin.
We've had a year of our Dove, an' we shall be sorry to lose him. He humbles our insular pride. Meantime, Morten, our 'swop' in Canada, keeps the ferocious Canuck humble. When Pij. goes we shall swop Kyd, who's next on the roster, for a Cornstalk or a Maori. But about the education-drill.
Tu as le coeur a rire Mai j'l'ai-t-a pleurer," ran his chanson. Phillips had seen the fellow several times, and the circumstances of their first encounter had been sufficiently unusual to impress themselves upon his mind. Pierce had been resting here, at this very spot, when the Canuck had come up into sight, bearing a hundred-pound pack without apparent effort.
"Feels pootty lively to-night," said Whitwell, with a glance at Westover. The little Canuck, as if he had now no further concern in the matter, sat down in a corner and smoked silently. Whitwell asked, after a moment's impatience: "Can't you git her down to business, Jackson?" Jackson gasped: "She'll come down when she wants to." The little instrument seemed, in fact, trying to control itself.
The only man in this city he has been at all intimate with is an old Canuck named Provancher who tends the rack down at Gamonic Mill. You can judge him by the company he keeps." "Well, he seems to be fraternizing with better men just now," drawled the judge. "Archer Converse, for instance!"
He went out into the ell, and Westover heard him raising a window. He came back and asked, "That do? It 'll get around in here directly," and Westover had to profess relief. Jackson came in presently with the little Canuck, whom Whitwell presented to Westover: "Know Jombateeste?"
All he can do is to potter at his old Canuck sports of paddling a canoe and swinging a lacrosse stick." And Bob had laughed with satisfaction, and said, good-naturedly, "You bet! You're right. I'm for our national games every time." And now had come the reward; he was to run the rapids with the representative of the throne of Great Britain in the bow of his canoe.
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