"
"Den you won't forget. Remembers dat--I t'inks I feels better."
Hans Vanderbum caught a glimpse of his amiable wife in the door of his
lodge at this moment, which was the cause of the sudden change in his
conversation. Suiting his action to his words, he arose and said:
"I t'inks I feels better, Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, and guesses I
go fishing."
"I guess you might as well."
"Mine dear frow, shust gits te line and bait, while I lights mine pipe."
His wife complied, and a few minutes later Hans Vanderbum sallied forth
fully equipped for duty. He did not forget to tell his partner several
times not to prepare dinner until his return, and she also promised
this, from some cause or other, she being in a far better humor than
usual.
The demon of mischief seemed to possess Quanonshet and Madokawandock
that day. In making his way to the "fishing-grounds," he was tripped
so often that he began to wonder what could possibly be the reason for
it. He stooped down to examine his path.
"Dat ish funny de way dat grass grows. Dat bunch on dat side has
growed over and met dat bunch on de oder side, and den dey've growed
togedder in one big knot, and den I catches mine foot under and tumbles
down. Dat ish funny for te grass to grow dat way."
The innocent man did not once suspect that his boys had anything to do
with this peculiar growth of the grass, although, had he looked behind
him, he would have seen their dirty, grinning faces as they rolled upon
the grass in ecstasies at his perplexity.
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