"
'Well, ye're taking a mighty queer course, my boy, if ye ever
expect to find Kaskaskia. Ye're already twenty miles too far
south."
"Carryin' his gun on the same shoulder all the time," said Oncle
Jazon, "has made 'im kind o' swing in a curve like. 'Tain't good
luck no how to carry yer gun on yer lef' shoulder. When you do it
meks yer take a longer step with yer right foot than ye do with
yer lef' an' ye can't walk a straight line to save yer liver.
Ventreblue! La venaison brule encore! Look at that dasted meat
burnin' agin!"
He jumped back to the fire to turn the scorching cuts.
Beverley wrung Kenton's hand and looked into his eyes, as a man
does when an old friend comes suddenly out of the past, so to say,
and brings the freshness and comfort of a strong, true soul to
brace him in his hour of greatest need.
"Of all men in the world, Simon Kenton, you were the least
expected; but how glad I am! How thankful! Now I know I shall
succeed. We are going to capture Vincennes, Kenton, are we not? We
shall, sha'n't we, Jazon? Nothing, nothing can prevent us, can
it?"
Kenton heartily returned the pressure of the young man's hand,
while Oncle Jazon looked up quizzically and said:
"We're a tol'ble 'spectable lot to prevent; but then we might git
pervented. I've seed better men an' us purty consid'ble pervented
lots o' times in my life.
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