The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky MountainsMilton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
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The North-West Passage by land: Being the narrative of an expedition from the Atlantic to the Pacific, undertaken with the view of exploring a route across the continent to British Columbia through British territory, by one of the northern passes in the Rocky Mountains
Milton, William Fitzwilliam, Viscount
British Columbia -- Description and travel; Northwest, Canadian -- Description and travel
Feeling much pleased with the man for his wonderful honesty in not
touching our provisions when he visited our hut during our absence,
we consented to present him with the same quantity we had given to
the Hunter, extracting a solemn promise from both that they would not
ask us for more. And now the revelry waxed furious. They sang and
talked, shook hands all round, and lauded us to the skies. And, when
the pot was drained, they importuned us for more. We reminded them
of the solemn promise they had given to rest content with what they
had already received, and “The Wolf” acknowledged the justice of our
remonstrances. Keenamontiayoo, however, was by this time beyond the
reach of argument or reason. He did not seem to understand, indeed,
that he had made any such engagement, and, tin cup in hand, went from
one to the other, marking with his finger on the mug the quantity with
which he would be content. We firmly refused to give a drop, and as he
found we were obstinate, and perceived his chance of succeeding become
less and less, his finger descended until at last he vowed that he
would be satisfied with the veriest film of liquor which would cover
the bottom of the cup. Hours passed by, and he still importuned us
unwearyingly, and we as steadily denied him. Cheadle at last rather
warmly upbraided him with his want of rectitude, when in a moment
he drew his knife from his belt, and seizing Cheadle by the collar,
pressed the point of the knife against his breast, exclaiming, “Ah! if
I were an Indian of the Plains now, I should stab you to the heart
if you dared to say no.” “Yes,” said Cheadle, quietly, and without
moving, “that’s just the point of it; you are _not_ a Plains Indian,
and therefore won’t do anything of the kind. The Indians of the Woods
know better.” This touched the right string, and he removed his hands
immediately, saying, however, that he was so much disappointed with us,
of whom he had previously formed so high an opinion, and so disgusted
with our meanness, that he would have no more to do with us, and
should return home forthwith. And accordingly, in spite of the urgent
entreaties of Misquapamayoo, he staggered out of the hut, and commenced
harnessing the dogs to the sleigh.
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