Hardscrabble; or, the fall of Chicago. a tale of Indian warfare by John Richardson
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only compromise the interests of the garrison, but incur
the severe displeasure of the commanding officer, who had always enjoined the most scrupulous abstinence from any thing offensive to them. "I only meant to say," he added, as he again extended his hand. "I can't give 'em boat. White chief" and he pointed in the direction of the Fort, "no let me." "Ugh!" exclaimed the Indian, his stern features again brightening up with a last hope. "'Spose come with Injin?" For a moment or two, the corporal hesitated whether or not to put the man across, but when he reflected on the singular manner of his advent, and other circumstances connected with his appearance among them, his customary prudence came to his aid, and while avoiding all ground for offence by his mode of refusal, he gave him peremptorily to understand that there was an order against his suffering the boat to leave its present station. Again the countenance of the Indian fell, even while his quick eye rolled incessantly from one to the other of the group. "You no give 'em boat--Injin swim," he at length observed. "Just as you please," answered corporal Nixon. "By and bye, sogers go to the Fort--take Injin with 'em." "Wah! Injin cross here," and as he spoke, he sprang again |
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