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Updated: June 13, 2025
"What are you driving at?" "I tell you: long tam ago I know old miner. He's forever talk 'bout high bars, old reever-bed, an' soch t'ing. We call him 'High Bar. He mak' fonny story 'bout reever dat used to was on top de mountain. By golly! I laugh at him! But w'at you t'ink? I'm crossin' dose hill 'bove El Dorado an' I see place where dose miner is shoot dry timber down into de gulch.
Noder tam he get mad on one voyageur, but he don' keel heem queek; he bring heem here, mak' heem stay in dose warm room, feed heem dose plaintee grub. Purty soon dose voyageur is get fat, is go sof'; he no good for dose trail. Ole man he mak' heem go ver' far off, mos' to Whale Reever. Eet is plaintee cole. Dat voyageur, he freeze to hees inside. Dey tell me he feex heem like dat."
Ringfield moved uneasily in his chair. "They may they can they do but as I have told you, the causes must be exceptional ones. Bitter tragedy abhorrent false conduct, you understand me?" The other nodded. "My wife nothing like that the matter with her. All the contree, all the reever know Mme. Natalie Poussette good woman, sure. No but see now, m'sieu, now I am talking, and I tell you my trouble.
Noder tam he get mad on one voyageur, but he don' keel heem queek; he bring heem here, mak' heem stay in dose warm room, feed heem dose plaintee grub. Purty soon dose voyageur is get fat, is go sof; he no good for dose trail. Ole man he mak' heem go ver' far off, mos' to Whale Reever. Eet is plaintee cole. Dat voyageur, he freeze to hees inside. Dey tell me he feex heem like dat."
That Buccaneer has imported Malignants by dozens, scores, hundreds, into the Commonwealth; and now the reever expects pardon! for I have been solicited thereon.
Dey not hout de reever yet." His boss went off into a volley of oaths "They'll be wanting the river now, an' they're divils to fight." "We give em de full belly, heh? Bon!" said LeNoir, throwing back his head. His only unconquered rival on the river was the boss of the Macdonald gang.
He had a bold, handsome face, and swaggered along the sidewalk, claiming it all with an assurance fortified by whisky enough to make him utterly regardless of any but his own rights. "Hello!" he shouted, as he swaggered along. "Make way, I'm de boss bully on de reever Hottawa." It was his day of glory, and it evidently pleased him much that the people stood aside to let him pass.
The half-breed laid his hand impressively on the other's arm and leaned forward until his bright black eyes were within a foot of the other's face. "W'en dose Injun is stan' heem in de moonlight, Dick Henderson is see hees face. Dick Henderson is know all dose Injun. He is tole me dat Injun is not Peace Reever Injun.
"Come from h'east by Blood Piegan den Blackfeet go Sarcee. What dey do? Where go den?" "That is the question, Jerry," said Cameron. "Sout' to Weegwam? No, nord to Ghost Reever Manitou Rock dunno mebbe." "By Jove, Jerry, I believe you may be right. I don't think they would go to the Wigwam we caught them there once nor to the canyon. What about this Ghost River? I don't know the trail.
"Strike trail near Bow Reever." "Hold up for a moment, Jerry. I want to talk to you," said Cameron. "No! Mak' speed now. Stop in brush." "All right," said Cameron, following close upon his heels. The morning broadened into day, but they made no pause till they had left behind them the open timber and gained the cover of the forest where the underbrush grew thick.
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