By snakes! I 'm sacred, I am,--specially teched by the Great Spirit.

I tell ye, ter be real loony is dern nigh as good in an Injun camp as ter hev red hair like thet thar little Sister Celeste with the Pottawattomies.

She knows her business, you bet; an' so does Ol' Burns know hisn!" His mention of her name instantly recalled me to the little group waiting above us, and doubtless already worried at my prolonged absence.
"Burns," I interrupted, "this is no time for reminiscences.

I am here seeking some means of escape out of this place of horror.

What were you doing down here ?" "Sorter contemplatin' a sea v'yage," he said, dryly.