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    upted the Chief. "Why did he not secure the gun?" "On seeing the encounter I climbed a tree," said Christie. "It was the only thing I could do. I could not get hold of the gun, for it was under the feet of the moose. I could not have reached the ammunition, because the Colon

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    story." Seated on a log, dangling his legs, was the diminutive Frenchman, with coarse gray homespun shirt and knitted tuque drawn down to his ears, which stuck out almost at right angles from the head. He glanced at the Governor, and then at the red-coated officers, wit


t with fatigue. I could se

h evident dread and apprehensi

on. "Now, Lec

laire," said the C

hief, "don't be afraid.

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tory." Slowly removing his tuque,

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he bullet had hit the left

lled, began to scratch his hea

d thoughtfully

as if to rake up

reminiscences. Suddenly

his sickly, pock

-pitted face lighted up and his bl

ack eyes indicated that he had succeed


ed in scratc


r, and, after tearing the

hing up something to tell abou

t. "Wan tam,"

he said, "when we

work on de Got-no, I cu

t de whood, me,

pour mak le souper, an' when I go

back le shaintee—sacré bleu!—wan be

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eg bear she am got her head in

de soup-pot.

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e, lak wan wile

moose. De bear she am skeart, an'

she run, too. Le pot she steek on, too

ned behi

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, lac wan blak hat. Dunno, me, how she fine le reever, but she run, and she sweem wit dat black pot till she reach the odder shore.


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I remained behind

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