The lost hunter: A tale of early times — John Shaqi
The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
Primus knew very well the intimate relations existing between the
families of the Armstrongs and Bernards, and that the former
often took their Christmas dinner with the latter, while again the
Armstrongs reciprocated the civility by inviting the Bernards, who
were Episcopalians, to the feast of Thanksgiving. Moreover, he had met
Felix going in a direction towards the house of Mr. Bernard, which
was close by. Putting these circumstances together, the old soldier
thought that he might venture a guess, which, if it succeeded, would
redound greatly to the credit of his learning, and, which, if it
failed, could entail on him no other harm than the laugh of Felix.
Assuming, therefore, a knowing look, he said:
"Dat is berry easy to read. Any man wid any larning at all, can see
de billet is intend for Missa Judge Bernard." He saw by the distended
eyes of Mr. Qui that his guess had struck the mark, and fearful of
being requested to decipher the other superscriptions, hastily added:
"But what for I stop here, wasting my precious time, and keeping
you from doing you master's arrant? I hab de honor to wish you good
marning, Missa Qui." So saying, Primus turned round and stumped
off half a dozen steps, before the bewildered Felix recovered his
faculties.
"Stop, General," at last exclaimed Felix, as soon as he regained his
speech, running after him and taking hold of his arm, "allow me, a
word with you"
"I is berry busy dis marning," cried Primus, struggling to get free;
"Missa Pownal want my sarvices; de doctor is anxious to insult wid me;
and de 'Piscopal minister hab someting 'portant to communicate."
"I inspect he want you to write the Thanksgiving sermon," said Felix,
grinning. "But, General, I have really an invite for you. I forgot to
write the note before I leave home, and so you must, 'scuse the want
of style. I have the honor to ask you, General, to take your dinner,
on that glorious day, with Miss Rosa and I."
"Dat alter de case intirely," said Primus, losing his dread of reading
billets, and forgetting his hurry in the pleasure received from the
invitation; "dat alter de case entirely. You is a genlman, and berry
polite, Missa Qui, and Miss Rosa is beyond 'spression. Dere is few
ob de fair sec equal Miss Rosa. Let me see," he continued, with a
thoughtful air, and looking on the ground, "whedder I not disappoint
some genlman. When I come round de corner I see Missa Tracy boy going
toward my house. Now, probably he bring invite for me. But you invite
is de fust, Missa Qui, and it is hard to desist de attraction ob Miss
Rosa and youself, and I will do myself de honor to wait on you. Sorry,
howebber to disappoint Missa Tracy." Primus had now embarked on the
full tide of his garrulity, and casting out of mind his regret for not
being able to accept the imaginary invitation to Mr. Tracy's, went on:
"'Pears to me a great 'vantage, Missa Qui, dat some folks is
'Piscopalians, and some Presbyterians."
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