He was a quiet man and for general melancholious, but I guess he could be amusing when he wanted to.

You know the way an Indian laughs grunts in his stomach and looks at the ground.

Wal, Jim had them grunting all day, and, seeing he could speak all their tongues, he would talk serious too.

Ye could see them savages listening, like he was their own sachem." Boone reached for another faggot and tossed it on the fire.

The downpour was slacking, but the wind had risen high and was wailing in the sycamores.
"Consekince was," he went on, "for prisoners we wasn't proper guarded.
By the fourth day we was sleeping round the fire among the Shawnees and marching with them as we pleased, though we wasn't allowed to go near the hosses.