The Young Fur Traders by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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universal "Ho!" uttered by the company with an emphatic prolongation
of the last letter--this syllable being the Indian substitute, we presume, for "rapturous applause." The chief who officiated on the present occasion, having accomplished the opening ceremonies thus far, sat down; while the pipe-bearer presented the sacred stem to the members of the company in succession, each of whom drew a few whiffs and mumbled a few words. "Do as you see the red-skins, Mr. Charles," whispered Jacques, while the pipe was going round. "That's impossible," replied Charley, in a tone that could not be heard except by his friend. "I couldn't make a face of hideous solemnity like that black thief opposite if I was to try ever so hard." "Don't let them think you're laughing at them," returned the hunter; "they would be ill-pleased if they thought so." "I'll try," said Charley, "but it is hard work, Jacques, to keep from laughing; I feel like a high-pressure steam-engine already. There's a woman standing out there with a little brown baby on her back; she has quite fascinated me; I can't keep my eyes off her, and if she goes on contorting her visage much longer, I feel that I shall give way." "Hush!" At this moment the pipe was presented to Charley, who put it to his |
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