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No woodsman could mistake the high, rocking shoulders, the burly form, the wicked ears laid back against the flat, massive head, the fangs gleaming white, the long, hooked claws slashing through the turf as he ran. It was a terrible thing to see and stand against, in the half-darkness.
But Paul was enough of a woodsman to know that some of the warriors were on watch, and he and Braxton, as usual, were compelled to sit in the center of the group, where there was no shadow of a chance to escape. Hunters whom they had sent out presently brought in the bodies of two deer, and then they had a great feast.
The woodsman had thereupon built him a little fire, made him as comfortable as possible with both coats, and hiked for assistance. I once went into the woods with a prominent college athlete. We walked rather hard over a rough country until noon. Then the athlete lay on his back for the rest of the day, while I finished alone the business we had come on.
The old woodsman saw that the time had come for prompt action. He snatched up his loaded rifle from the corner where it stood always ready, ran out upon the steps, and shouted at the bull. The great black animal stopped and looked around, mumbling deep in his throat. He wheeled half-about to return to the old enemy. Then he paused irresolutely and eyed the gay bevy of children.
"We have Hippy," suggested Elfreda. "In an emergency he is worth half a dozen of the ordinary kind." "Yes, but Hippy is not a woodsman. He knows nothing at all about woodcraft, a necessary accomplishment in one who is going to pilot a party of girls across such mountain territory as you propose to travel."
"We must make our way back through the logs and brush to the rifles," whispered Henry, "and then take to the woods once more." "I think I've lived in a river long enough to last me the rest of my life," Paul said. Henry laughed. He, too, was stiff and cold; but, a born woodsman, he now dismissed their long hiding in the water as only an incident.
There were no trails here, leading slowly but immutably to the busy centers of civilization; not a blaze on a tree for the eyes of a woodsman riding on some forest venture, not the ashes of a dead camp fire or a charred cooking rack, where an Indian had broiled his caribou flesh.
Boone's broad mouth was creased into a smile, and there was a trace of astonishment, too, in his kindly eye. "Mr. Boone came to my father's cabin on the Yadkin once," I said; "he taught me to skin a deer." "Ay, that I did," exclaimed Mr. Boone, "and I said ye'd make a woodsman sometime." Mr.
They were seeing their mistake, and knew they were too unlike in grain to copy those about them; lacking the strength, the rude health, the toughened fibre, that training for every task which fits the Canadian to be farmer, woodsman or carpenter, according to season and need.
"Sister," said the woodsman, kindly, "I am an old man. You have called me Father. Why have you followed us?" "I found Jibiwánisi good in my sight," she said, with a simple dignity, "and he looked on me." "It was a foolish thing to do." "Ae," replied the girl. "He does not wish to take you in his wigwam." "Eagle-eye is angry now. Anger melts under the sun." "I do not think his will."
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