[The Masters of the Peaks by Joseph A. Altsheler]@TWC D-Link bookThe Masters of the Peaks CHAPTER XI 3/33
Hark to the tiny rustling just beyond the log against which we lie!" "Yes, I hear it, and what do you make of it, Tayoga ?" "Rabbits seeking their nests.
They, too, have snuffed about, noticing the man odor, which man himself cannot detect, and once they started away in alarm, but now they are reassured, and they have settled themselves down to sleep in comfort and security." "Tayoga, you talk well and fluently, but as I have told you before, you talk out of a dictionary." "But as I learned my English out of a dictionary I cannot talk otherwise. That is why my language is always so much superior to yours, Dagaeoga." "I'll let it be as you claim it, you boaster, but what noise is that now? I seem to hear the light sound of hoofs." The Onondaga raised himself to his full height and peered over the dense masses of trunks and boughs, his keen eyes cutting the thick dusk.
Then he sank back, and, when he replied, his voice showed distinct pleasure. "Two deer have come into a little open space, around which the arms of the windrow stretch nearly all the way, and they have crouched there, where they will rest, indifferent to the nearness of the bear.
Truly, O Dagaeoga, we have come into the midst of a happy family, and we have been accepted, for the night, as members of it." "It must be so, Tayoga, because I see a figure much larger than that of the deer approaching.
Look to the north and behold that shadow there under the trees." "I see it, Dagaeoga.
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