. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . e grass. As he was going back to camp he overtook Calebalso returning. Mr. Clark/ he said. I went back to sketchthose tracks, and do you know—that man had onlythree fingers on his right hand? Consarn me! said Caleb. Are you sure? Come and see for yourself. Yes ! It surely was true, and Caleb on tiie roadback said, Yan, dont say a word of this to the othersjust now. The old Trapper went to the Pogue house at found the tracks repeated in the dust near the
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . e grass. As he was going back to camp he overtook Calebalso returning. Mr. Clark/ he said. I went back to sketchthose tracks, and do you know—that man had onlythree fingers on his right hand? Consarn me! said Caleb. Are you sure? Come and see for yourself. Yes ! It surely was true, and Caleb on tiie roadback said, Yan, dont say a word of this to the othersjust now. The old Trapper went to the Pogue house at found the tracks repeated in the dust near thedoor, but they certainly were not made by a line was a pair of muddy trousers drying. From this night Yan went up and Guy went downin the old mans opinion, for he spoke his own mindthat day when he gave first place to grit. Heinvited Yan to come to his shanty to see a pair ofsnow-shoes he was making. The invitation was vagueand general, so the whole Tribe accepted. Yan hadnot been there since his first visit. The first partof their call was as before. In answer to theiiknock there was a loud baying from the Hound,, 425. Two Little Savages then a voice ordering him back. Caleb opened thedoor, but now said Step in. If he was displeasedwith the others coming he kept it to himself. WhileYan was looking at the snow-shoes Guy discoveredsomething much more interesting on the old mansbunk; that was the white revolver, now cleaned upand in perfect order. Calebs delight at its recovery,though not very apparent, was boundless. He hadnot been able to buy himself another, and this wasas warmly welcomed back as though a long-lostonly child. Say, Caleb, lets try a shot. I bet I kin beat thehull gang, exclaimed Sap wood. Caleb got some cartridges and pointed to a whiteblaze on a stump forty yards away. Guy had threeor four shots and Yan had the same without hittingthe stump. Then Caleb said, Lemme show you. His big rugged hand seemed to swallow up thelittle gun-stock. His long knobbe
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