"Several moons ago, when the sun was in the woods and the waters were
asleep."
"Is her husband, that rascally Ferrington, living?"
Oonomoo replied that he was.
"And is their baby, too?"
"Yes, they have two pappooses."
"Dunder and blixen!" exclaimed Hans Vanderbum, and then resuming the
English language, or rather his version of it, he added:
"Dat gal wanted to marry mit me once."
"Why no marry den?" inquired Oonomoo, also coming back to the more
difficult language.
"She wan't te right kind of a gal--she wan't like my
Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, dat is de same shape all de way down
from her head to her heels. So I let dat Ferrington have her."
The Huron, who understood all about that matter, indulged in a broad
smile at this remark. Whatever his business was, it was manifest he
was in no hurry, else he would not have indulged in this by-play of
words with his friend.
"You doesn't t'ink de baby will dies, does you?"
"No--in de settlement--Shawnee can't git her now--don't live off in de
woods like as dey did afore."
"Dat's lucky for her; don't t'ink dey will get her there, 'cause dey
tried it once--dat time, you remember, when we was all in de HUNTER'S
CABIN in de woods, and you came down de chimney, and I watched and kept
de Shawnee off."
The Huron signified that he remembered the circumstance well.
"Dem was great times," added Hans Vanderbum, calling up the
recollection of them.
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