He had been for three days following hard on the army's track, which he came to far westward.

Oncle Jazon saw him first in the distance, and his old but educated eyes made no mistake.
"Yander's that youngster Beverley," he exclaimed.

"Ef it ain't I'm a squaw!" Nor did he parley further on the subject; but set off at a rickety trot to meet and assist the fagged and excited young man.
Clark had given Oncle Jazon his flask, which contained a few gills of whisky.

This was the first thing offered to Beverley; who wisely took but a swallow.

Oncle Jazon was so elated that he waved his cap on high, and unconsciously falling into French, yelled in a piercing voice: "VIVE ZHORSH VASINTON! VIVE LA BANNIERE D'ALICE ROUSSILLON!" Seeing Beverley reminded him of Alice and the flag.