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I've a good deal o' room yet." "I give in. Credit or disgrace, it's all one. I'll not make a pig of myself for any redskin in the land." Jacques smiled. "See," continued Charley, "there's a fellow opposite who has devoured as much as would have served me for three days. I don't know whether it's imagination or not, but I do verily believe that he's blacker in the face than when he sat down!"

I'm gettin' mystifieder daily." And Cam sat down chuckling. "Anyhow, we won't see that Redskin here for a spell, I reckon," broke in Amos Judson, Whately's clerk. And with this grain of comfort, we forgot him for a time. One lazy Saturday afternoon in early August, O'mie and I went for a swim on the sand-bar side of the Deep Hole under the Hermit's Cave. I had something to tell O'mie.

Edgecombe, who certainly appeared all the better for his encounter with people of his own race. Professor Featherwit took a keen, eager look at the slumbering redskin, then drew silently back, to whisper in Bruno's ear: "Guard well your tongue, lad. I have told him nothing, as yet, and we must consult together before breaking the news.

The romance of discovery, the fascination of the forest and sea, the sense of danger and mystery once aroused by the very word "redskin," have all moulded and will continue to mould the national imagination.

While the dance was going on, an experience befell young Carleton which has not been told, but which should be given. In the bright glare of the morning sun, the countenance of every one was distinctly visible, and Jack was impressed by the fact that one heavy, squat redskin was viewing him with peculiar interest.

The heart of the redskin can love as deeply as that of the white man both were made by the same Great Master of Life." The girl cast her eyes meditatively on the ground and murmured simply, "It may be so." The reader must not suppose that I expressed my meaning in the Indian tongue during this conversation as clearly as I have set it down in English.

Navvy stared and muttered to himself. It appeared when Navvy swung himself over Marc's broad back, that our great stallion had laid aside his transiently noble disposition and was himself again. Marc proceeded to show us how truly Jim had spoken: "Shore he ain't no use for the redskin."

"Never!" she cried, and bobbed. "What was that?" But they could see nothing. They thought it must have been a leaf in the wind. "Do you agree, my bullies?" asked Hook. "There is my hand on it," they both said. "And there is my hook. Swear." They all swore. By this time they were on the rock, and suddenly Hook remembered Tiger Lily. "Where is the redskin?" he demanded abruptly.

He knew that this wild, savage, untamable redskin could not be approached, reconciled, traded with, or stolen, from, by adopting, in his case, the usages and courtesies of civil life, as we understand them, but that his own peculiar laws, customs, and manners must be studied and conformed to, if any headway were to be made in his regard and confidence.

No doubt he had some evil purpose all along, or he wouldn't have come to us with that lie about being sent by your father and mine." "At the same time it has taught me a lesson," said Alf. "I guess I'll keep my opinions to myself next time, when they are so uncomplimentary." "Just as well," Bob agreed seriously. Then, turning to the dead Indian: "We've got to lay that poor redskin to rest.