I have also heard somewhere--no doubt in the Illinois country--about a northern trend to this stream, and one thing is certain, there is no hope for us otherwise; there can be no running those guard-lines back yonder." "Do you mean we push on up this river ?" broke in De Noyan, who had managed to make something out of our conversation, especially as the Puritan illustrated his knowledge by rudely tracing with a stumped forefinger a map on the board where he sat.

"_Sacre_! 'tis the dirtiest red slough ever I navigated.

Why not try the other thing?
A brush with those gentlemen below would be more to my taste." "Ay, Master Benteen," boomed Cairnes with pious emphasis, reading the meaning of the other through his French gestures.

"Methinks the Lord of Hosts would assuredly strengthen the hearts of His servants for such a fray.

How many, friend, do you suppose they number, those unwashed sons of Belial ?" "I can only guess.