. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . VA XV A Visit from Raften SAM, I must have another note-book. Its nogood getting up a new massacree of Whites,cause there aint any note-books there, butmaybe your father would get one the next timehe drove to Downeys Dump. I suppose Ill haveto go on a peace party to ask him. Sam made no answer, but looked and listened outtoward the trail, then said: Talk of the er—angels, here comes Da. When the big man strode up Yan and Guy becamevery shy and held back. Sam, i
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . VA XV A Visit from Raften SAM, I must have another note-book. Its nogood getting up a new massacree of Whites,cause there aint any note-books there, butmaybe your father would get one the next timehe drove to Downeys Dump. I suppose Ill haveto go on a peace party to ask him. Sam made no answer, but looked and listened outtoward the trail, then said: Talk of the er—angels, here comes Da. When the big man strode up Yan and Guy becamevery shy and held back. Sam, in full war-paint,prattled on in his usual style. Morning, Da; Im yer kid. Bet yer in troublean want advice or something. Raften rolled up his pendulous lips and displayedhis huge front tusks in a vast purple-and-yellowgrin that set the boys hearts at ease. Kind o thought youd be sick av it before now. Will you let us stay here till we are? chimed inSam, then without awaiting the reply that he didnot want, Say, Da, how long is it since there wasany Deer around here? Pretty near twenty years, I should say. 379. Two Little Savages ••Well, look at that now, whispered the Wood-pecker. Raften looked and got quite a thrill, for thedummy, half hidden in the thicket, looked muchlike a real Deer. Dont you want to try a shot? ventured Yan. Raften took the bow and arrow and made such apoor showing that he returned them with the remark,Sure, a guns good enough for me, then, OleCaleb been around since? Old Caleb ? I should say so; why, hes our stiddycompany. Pears fonder o you than he is o me. Say, Da, tell us about that. How do you knowit was Caleb shot at you? Oh, I dont know it to prove it in a coort o law,but we quarrled that day in town after the Horsetrade an he swore hed fix me an left town. Hisown stepson, Dick Pogue, stood right by and heardhim say it; then at night when I come along the roadby the green bush I was fired at, an next day wefound Calebs tobacco pouch and some le
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