Told in the Hills: A Novel
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Ryan Marah Ellis. Told in the Hills: A Novel
PART FIRST. THE PLEDGE
PART SECOND "A CULTUS CORRIE"
CHAPTER I. ON SCOT'S MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER II. AS THE SUN ROSE
CHAPTER III. WHAT IS A SQUAW MAN?
CHAPTER IV. BANKED FIRES
CHAPTER V. AT LAST CAMP
CHAPTER VI. TSOLO – TSOLO!
CHAPTER VII. UNDER THE CHINOOK MOON
CHAPTER VIII. THE STORM – AND AFTER
PART THIRD "PRINCE CHARLIE"
CHAPTER I. IN THE KOOTENAI SPRING-TIME
CHAPTER II. A RECRUIT FROM THE WORLD
CHAPTER III. AT CROSS-PURPOSES
CHAPTER IV. A TRIO IN WITCHLAND
CHAPTER V. A VISIT IN THE NIGHT-TIME
CHAPTER VI. NEIGHBORS OF THE NORTH PARK
CHAPTER VII "A WOMAN WHO WAS LOST – LONG AGO!"
CHAPTER VIII "I'LL KILL HIM THIS TIME!"
CHAPTER IX. AFTER TEN YEARS
CHAPTER X. THE TELLING OF A STORY
PART FOURTH. ONE SQUAW MAN
CHAPTER I. LAMONTI
CHAPTER II. A PHILOSOPHICAL HORSE-THIEF
CHAPTER III "THE SQUAW WHO RIDES."
CHAPTER IV. THROUGH THE LOST MINE
CHAPTER V. HIS WIFE'S LETTER
CHAPTER VI. ON THE HEIGHTS
CHAPTER VII. A REBEL
CHAPTER VIII "WHEN THE SUN GOETH DOWN."
CHAPTER IX "RASHELL OF LAMONTI."
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"Can I not? Well, I can that same now," said the first speaker, emphasizing his speech by the vim with which he pitched a broken-handled skillet into the cupboard – a cupboard made of a wooden box. "Mayhaps you think I haven't seen a white woman these six months, I'll be a breakin' my neck to get to their camp across there. Well, I will not; they may be all very fine, no doubt – folk from the East; but ye well know a lot o' tenderfeet in the bush are a sight worse to tak' the care of than the wild things they'll be tryin' to hunt. 'A man's a fool who stumbles over the same stone twice,' is an old, true sayin', an' I know what I'm talkin' of. It's four years this autumn since I was down in the Walla Walla country, an' there was a fine party from the East, just as these are; an' they would go up into the Blue Mountains, an' they would have me for a guide; an' if the Lord'll forgive me for associatin' with sich a pack o' lunatics for that trip, I'll never be caught wi' the same bait again."
"What did they do to you?" asked the voice, with a tinge of amusement in it.
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Sometimes she would laugh a little to herself as she thought of how he had brushed off that coat-sleeve; it had angered her, amused her, and puzzled her. That entire scene seemed a perplexing, unreal sort of an affair to her sometimes, especially when looking at their guide as he went about the commonplace duties in the camp or on the trail. An undemonstrative, prosaic individual she knew he appeared to the rest; laconic and decided when he did speak, but not a cheery companion. To her always, after that day, he was a suggestion of a crater in which the fires were banked.
After their stop at the Indian camp, which Genesee explained was a berrying crowd from the Kootenai tribe, there was, of course, comment among the visitors as to the mixed specimens of humanity they had seen there.
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