"God bliss her! she was worth a thousand such lives as mine--" "Don't say nothin'" interrupted the trapper, endeavoring to conceal his agitation; "I've l'arned years ago what that business is.

The copperskins robbed me of a prize I'll never git agin, long afore you'd ever seen one of the infarnal beings." "Was she a swateheart ?" "Never mind--never mind; it'll do no good to speak of it now.

She's _gone_--that's enough." "How do you know she can't be got agin, whin--" "She was tomahawked afore my eyes--ain't that enough ?" demanded the trapper, indignantly.
"I axes pardon, but I was under the impression they had run away with her as they did with Miss Cora." "Hang 'em, no! If they'd have done that I'd have chased 'em to the Pacific ocean and back agin afore I'd give 'em up." "And that's what meself intends to do regarding Miss Cora." "Yer see, yer don't know much about red-skins and their devilments, and therefore, it's my private opine, instead of getting the gal, they'll git you, and there'll be the end on't." "Tim, couldn't yees make the s'arch wid me ?" asked Teddy, in a deeply earnest voice.

The trapper shook his head.
"Like to do't, but can't.

It's time I was up to the beaver runs this night and had my traps set.