I have the soul of an artist and the gentleness of a baby.

I, Cornelius Heemskerk, should be in the goot leetle country of Holland in a goot leetle house, by the side of a goot leetle canal, painting beautiful blue china, dishes, plates, cups, saucers, all most beautiful, and here I am running through the woods of this vast America, carrying on my shoulder a rifle that is longer than I am, hunting the red Indian and hunted by him.

Is it not most rediculous, Mynheer Paul ?" "I think you are here because you are a brave man, Mr.Heemskerk," replied Paul, "and wish to see punishment inflicted upon those who have committed great crimes." "Not so! Not so!" replied the Dutchman with energy.

"It is because I am one big fool.

I am not really a big enough man to be as big a fool as I am, but so it is! so it is!" Shif'less Sol regarded him critically, and then spoke gravely and with deliberation: "It ain't that, Mr.Heemskerk, an' Paul ain't told quite all the truth, either.