Oonomoo the Huron by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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Neither answered, except by hanging their heads and looking at their
bare feet. "I axes you once more, and dis is de last time." Each now protested that it was not himself but the other, so that if there really were but one culprit, Hans had no means of determining. Under the circumstances, he concluded the safest plan was to believe both guilty. Accordingly he made a sudden dash and commenced whacking them soundly with the stick he held in his hand. They yelled, kicked, and screamed; and squirming themselves loose, scampered quickly away from their irate instructor. "Dat meerschaum can't be fixed," he soliloquized, taking the bare stem out of his mouth and looking sorrowfully at it. "'Cause dere ishn't anything to fix it mit. It ish wonderful what mischief gets into dem boys; dere ain't no time when dey ain't doin' notting what dey hadn't not ought to--all de times just de same way, while I toils myself to death to educate dem and bring 'em up in de way apout which dey ought to go." Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock being in the habit of frequently indulging in the use of tobacco, her husband was not deprived entirely of his solace. Going into the wigwam, he unbosomed his griefs to her, and she kindly loaned him her own pipe. "I hopes dere ain't no powder in dat," he remarked, glancing uneasily into the bowl. "Nothing but tobac," replied his spouse, in her native tongue, "unless |
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