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Updated: June 22, 2025
"I found the bit o' sealskin hanging on a bush a little apart from the place where they camped, an' from what I've seen o' the ways o' redskins, it's my 'pinion that it was put there for some purpose or other." "Very likely. Take care of it, Jessie," said Stanley, throwing it to his wife; "it may be explained some day. Well, Massan, did you see any other animals?" "Yes, sir, lots o' them.
"That fellow is beyond us both, I fear. Be ready when it comes into view beyond the cliff there." But Massan did not move; and when Frank threw forward his gun, he felt his arm arrested. "Pardon me, monsieur," said Massan respectfully; "there's a sure bullet about to start for that deer."
"Well, monsieur, after we had paddled a short bit beyond the point below the last rapid in Caniapuscaw River, we shoved the canoe ashore, and landed Prince and Massan, who set off to look for game, leavin' Augustus, Ma-istequan, and me to paddle up the river as well as we could.
Giving Eda a parting kiss, Stanley rose and entered the hall, where Francois, Massan, Gaspard, and several others were grouped in a corner. On their bourgeois entering, they doffed their bonnets and bowed.
"You'll be dismissed the service if you don't," remarked Massan with a smile. To this Gaspard vouchsafed no reply save a growl that, to say the best of it, did not sound amiable.
Dick Prince, whose black eye was ever roving about observantly, told Massan that a storm was brewing, and that the sooner he put ashore in a convenient spot the better.
Suddenly he wrenched off his cap and flung it down, and proceeded to tear off his coat, preparatory to leaping into the river to the rescue, when his arms were pinioned to his sides by the powerful grip of Massan. "Come, Bryan," said he, "you know very well that you can't swim; you'd only make things worse." "Och! murder! he can't swim neither. Let me go, ye black villain.
"'Tis quite evident, Massan," said Stanley, "that we must repair the canoes; but a few hours could do that, and I don't like the idea of staying another night on a strip of sand like this, which, I verily believe, another stiff nor'-wester would blow away altogether. But what say you, Prince? Do you advise our remaining?" "Yes," replied Dick, "I do. Ye see there's no fear of another storm soon.
"Unposs'ble, sir," replied the guide, whose voice was almost drowned by the whistling of the wind. "We're more nor half-way over, an' it would only blow us farther out to sea if we was to try." While the guide spoke, Stanley was gazing earnestly in the direction of the horizon. "Round with you, Massan," he exclaimed suddenly; "put the canoe about and paddle straight out to sea.
Eda rested her fair cheek on the shaggy brow of Chimo, and accompanied him to the land of nod, until the sun began to sink behind the icebergs on the seaward horizon, where a dark line indicated an approaching breeze. Massan cast an uneasy glance at this from time to time. At length he called to his friend in the bow, "Hello, Prince! will it come stiff; think ye?"
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