The Wild Huntress: Love in the WildernessReid, Mayne
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The Wild Huntress: Love in the Wilderness
Reid, Mayne
Latter Day Saint pioneers -- Fiction; Ute Indians -- Fiction
"We-ell, thet's the very idee thet kem inter my mind at the time."
"Arrah now, is it? An' fwhat did yez do wid the pegs then?"
"_Jest sharpened the other eends o' 'em, an' sold 'em for oats_!"
The puzzled, half-incredulous stare, on the countenance of the
Hibernian, was ridiculous in the extreme. The allegation of the Yankee
had deprived him of speech; and for some moments he sat gazing at the
latter, evidently in doubt whether to give credence to the story, or
reject it as a little bit of a "sell" upon the part of his comrade--with
whose eccentricity of character he was well acquainted. Equally
ludicrous was the look of gravity on the countenance of the other--which
he continued to preserve under the continued gaze of his comrade, with
all the solemnity of a judge upon the bench. It was as much as my
companion and I could do to restrain our laughter; but we were desirous
of witnessing the finale of the affair, and, by an effort, succeeded in
holding in.
"Och, now, Misther Shure-shat!" gasped the Irishman at length, "an' it's
only jokin' ye are?"
"Truth I tell ye, Petrick--every word o' 't. Ye see the oats weer jest
then sellin' at fifty cents the bushel, an' thet paid us. We made a
lettle suthin', too, by the speekolashun."
"But how did yez get the other inds pointed at all--at all?"
"Oh! thet weer eezy enough. I invented a machine for thet, an' run 'em
through in less'n no time. When they kim out at t'other eend o' the
machine, _I kednt meself a told 'em from oats_!"
"Och! now I comprehend. Arrah! an' wasn't it a quare thrick? Be my
sowl, it bates Bannagher all to paces! Ha, ha, haw!"
Wingrove and I could hold in no longer, but joining in the loud
cachinnation--as if we had been its echoes--sprang forward to the front.
Infantry and rifleman bounded to their feet, with a simultaneous shout
of "Indians!" and dropping their spits and half-eaten _appolas_ of meat,
dashed into the bushes like a pair of frightened rabbits! In an
instant, both were out of sight; and their whereabouts was alone
indicated by the rattling of the branches as they passed through them.
I was apprehensive of losing them altogether; and regretted not having
used more caution in approaching them. At that crisis, an idea came to
my aid; and giving out an old signal, well-remembered by the _ci-devant_
rangers, I had the gratification of receiving a double response. The
utterance of the signal had brought them to an instantaneous halt; and I
could hear them exchanging surmises and exclamations of astonishment, as
they retraced their steps towards the fire. Presently, a pair of short,
snub-nosed faces were seen peering through the leaves; while from the
lips of their owners burst simultaneously, "The cyaptin'!" "The
capting!" with various other phrases in their respective _patois_,
expressive of surprise and recognition.
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