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14 RED PLUME. CHAPTER rt. “gpsT THE PURTIEST THING.” “ Wa-at, uncle, Ivrayther calkilate that this is jist about as good a place:as we can find for campin’ to-night.’ ““What do you say about it, Delaware ?” continued the speiker, as he struck his ax into a cottonwood sapling, cutting through the soft wood, ae bringing | the a tree to the ground, “Maybe ‘so you are right, % answetdd the Indian who was addressed. “ Black Boatet has watched the aig and they are good, but maybe so signs lie sometimes.” “ Calkilate they don’t often lie to you, Beaver, peers you ain’t turned from the natural bent of your mind by a little too much New England rum. What do you say, uncle?’ Shall we put up at this tavern to-night? Iam as hungry as a whirlpool, and feel as if I could suck in a_hull buffalo-hump.” ET ps ti it is as good a place as:we can find,’ was the answer, “ and. if the Delaware makes no ee IS we will camp per to-night.” : The Indian_gave consent by his silence, and preparations were immediately and rapidly made, for the purpose of getting supper, and of passing the night as ee and safely as. gehen LAmOO! The party consisted of Nathan Carver, his wife Sarah, his son David, his daughter Ellen, his nephew, Eben QGookin, and «a Delaware Indian, called Black Beaver, and genetally known, “for short,” as Beaver. All except the Indian were from the good State of Massa- chusetts, were of the stout old Pilgrim stock, the name of Car- ver being commemorated by a thriving town, and ‘that of Gookin, having been rendered memorable by the famous cler- gyman, who was immortalized in‘an ancient poem as “ our dear Gookin.” Nathan Carver was rather beyond the middle age, but was hale and strong, pious and industrious, persevering comiicbooks.com