I never felt so before." "'Twas home-sickness, boy," returned Joe.
"How d'ye know that ?" "The same way as how I know most things--by experience an' obsarvation.

I've bin home-sick myself once, but it was long, long agone." Dick felt much relieved at this candid confession by such a bronzed veteran, and, the chords of sympathy having been struck, he opened up his heart at once, to the evident delight of Henri, who, among other curious partialities, was extremely fond of listening to and taking part in conversations that bordered on the metaphysical, and were hard to be understood.

Most conversations that were not connected with eating and hunting were of this nature to Henri.
"Hom'-sik," he cried, "veech mean bein' sik of hom'! Hah! dat is fat I am always be, ven I goes hout on de expedition.

Oui, vraiment." "I always packs up," continued Joe, paying no attention to Henri's remark--"I always packs up an' sets off for home when I gits home-sick.

It's the best cure; an' when hunters are young like you, Dick, it's the only cure.