Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontierFrench, James Strange
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Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontier
French, James Strange
Tippecanoe, Battle of, Ind., 1811 -- Fiction
“Well,” said Earth, “he stopped me something about the bears killing
Jupe;—now old Jupe wan't of that breed of dogs at all, for when she
was stretched out in a string, or even tangled up in a knot, I would
shoot the bear, draw her off one side, throw a little cold water over
her, leave her, and go to butchering. In an hour, and sometimes it
would take longer, she would begin to come together like a jointed
snake, and presently, she would fetch a yelp, and come streaking it to
me, shaped as she ought to be, showing her teeth, and looking as fresh
as if she was a new made dog. And then wan't she vig'rous? Yes, who
says she wan't? You might have hung a cross-cut saw to a swinging
limb, and she would have chawed upon it the balance of the day,—or
have thrown her a bear's head, and she would'nt touch the meat, but
draw all the teeth out merely for spite. But there was one thing I
noticed about old Jupe,—whenever the bears stretched her out into a
string, she always lost her appetite for the remainder of that day.
Well, old Jupe and I were down there, and we had been doing pretty
much what I have been telling you, when one day the bears spun her out
rather longer than usual, and she got cut so badly, that we had to
rest during the whole of the evening. I was sorry for old Jupe, but
didn't care much about having to stop myself, for I was right tired
and wanted rest, having seen hard times that week.
“The sun, I suppose, was about an hour high, and I was setting down
under a big tree, nursing old Jupe, and trying to see if I could'nt
set her upon her legs agin, when she raised up her nose, and snuffed
the air,—then looked in my face and whined. As she did this, I saw the
hair upon her back begin to rise. I knew that there was danger in the
wind, and from what old Jupe had told me, I thought the red skins were
about. The Ingens were not so rife then as they had been;—it was the
fall before 'Squire Rolfe came out from the old state; but people had
to keep a sharp look out, for they would come down upon the
settlements once in a while, and they were mighty apt to carry off
some body's hair with them.
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