They went down to the blacksmith's shop, and while Jack turned the
handle of the grindstone, Hugh ground the knife and afterwards
whetted it on the oil-stone until its edge was keen. "'Pears to me,"
he said, "that this is a pretty good knife. I expect your uncle
bought it for you! Most young fellows that come out here carry a dirk
knife with a big bone handle and a guard, that ain't no earthly use
except in a fight, and they don't expect to fight; they expect to use
the knife to butcher with. What you want is just a common skinning
knife, such as a butcher uses--what you've got here. Now put it back
in your sheath, and if we have any luck to-morrow, you'll have a
chance to try it."
When they had left the shop and walked up to the house, and Hugh
had seated himself on the ground in the sun, and Jack had thrown
himself down beside him, the boy said: "Hugh, you spoke the other day
about the Pawnees, and said you had seen them and had some friends
among them. I wish you'd tell me about them. I've read about them in
Cooper's novels. Don't you remember that Leather Stocking when he
got very old lived among the Pawnees, and had the young chief Hard
Heart, for his son. He must have been a splendid man. I remember the
description of the fight, when he killed the Dakota chief. It was
fine."
"Well," said Hugh, "I never knew any of them people; likely they were
before my time, but the story you read was likely true, for them
Pawnees has surely killed plenty Sioux. I expect there's nothing a
Pawnee likes better than to get at the Sioux. I have seen quite a
few Pawnees in my time, and I've stopped some in their villages, and
they're good people, no mistake about that. They are kind, and they
give you the best they've got; and they're brave. I don't want to be
with better people. Some of 'em helped me out of a bad fix once, and
I ain't never forgot it. That's the time I saw the prettiest horse
I ever looked at. It was while I was scouting up at the end of the
track that I saw him. He belonged to an Indian,--Sioux or Cheyenne, I
expect--anyhow they were hostiles, and they chased me, and if I had
had far to go, I expect they'd have caught me. They might have done
so anyhow if it hadn't been for them Pawnees.
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