So I let dat Ferrington have her." The Huron, who understood all about that matter, indulged in a broad smile at this remark.

Whatever his business was, it was manifest he was in no hurry, else he would not have indulged in this by-play of words with his friend.
"You doesn't t'ink de baby will dies, does you ?" "No--in de settlement--Shawnee can't git her now--don't live off in de woods like as dey did afore." "Dat's lucky for her; don't t'ink dey will get her there, 'cause dey tried it once--dat time, you remember, when we was all in de HUNTER'S CABIN in de woods, and you came down de chimney, and I watched and kept de Shawnee off." The Huron signified that he remembered the circumstance well.
"Dem was great times," added Hans Vanderbum, calling up the recollection of them.

"I left de village one hot afternoon, and walked all de way t'rough de woods to get to de cabin to help dem poor folks.
We had mighty hard times.

I catched a cold and couldn't shtop my dunderin' nose one night when it wanted to shneeze, and dat's de way de Shawnee catched me.

Twan't so bad arter all," added Hans Vanderbum, musingly, "'cause if it wasn't for dat I wouldn't got my Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock." "How soon go back ?" asked Oonomoo.
"To de village, do you mean ?" "Yeh." "Any time afore noon will does, so Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock gits de fish for our dinner." "One, two hours," said the Huron, looking up at the sky, "den sun git dere," pointing to the zenith.