Among the Red-skins Or, Over the Rocky Mountains

Among the Red-skins; Or, Over the Rocky Mountains

Hugh, my lad! Hugh, run and tell Madge we have come back, cried Uncle Donald, as he and I entered the house on our return, one summers evening, from a hunting excursion in search of deer or any other game we could come across, accompanied by three of our dogs, Whiskey, Pilot, and Muskymote. As he spoke, he unstrapped from his shoulders a heavy load of caribou meat. I, having a similar load, did the samemine was lighter than hisand, Hugh not appearing, I went to the door and again called. No answer came. Rose, my bonnie Rose! Madge, I say! Madge! Where are you all? shouted Uncle Donald, while he hung his rifle, with his powder-horn and shot-pouch, in their accustomed places on the wall. On glancing round the room he seemed somewhat vexed to perceive that no preparations had been made for supper, which we expected to have found ready for us. It was seldom, however, that he allowed himself to be put out. I think I can see him nowhis countenance, though weather-beaten and furrowed by age, wearing its usual placid and benignant expression; while his long silvery beard and the white locks which escaped from beneath his Highland bonnet gave him an especially venerable appearance. His dress was a plaid shooting-coat, and high leggings of well-tanned leather, ornamented with fringe after the fashion of the Indians. Upright as an arrow, with broad shoulders and wiry frame, he stood upwards of six feet in his mocassins, nor did he appear to have lost anything of the strength and energy of youth. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 34486
Author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
Release Date: Nov 29, 2010
Format: eBook
Language: English