Flour, oatmeal, pork, potatoes, tea, tobacco, sugar,
salt, powder, ball, shot, clothes, lines, an inch-auger, nails,
knives, awls, needles, files, another axe, some tin plates, and a
frying pan were selected and added to Hendrik's account.
"If I was you, I'd take a windy-sash; you'll find it mighty
convenient in cold weather." The store keeper led them into an
outhouse where was a pile of six-lighted window-frames all
complete. So the awkward thing was added to their load.
"Can't I sell you a fine rifle?" and he took down a new, elegant
small bore of the latest pattern. "Only twenty- five dollars."
Rolf shook his head; "part down, and I'll take the rest in fur
next spring." Rolf was sorely tempted; however, he had an early
instilled horror of debt. He steadfastly said: "No." But many
times he regretted it afterward! The small balance remaining was
settled in cash.
As they were arranging and selecting, they heard a most hideous
yelping outdoors, and a minnute later Skookum limped in, crying
as if half-killed. Quonab was out in a moment.
"Did you kick my dog?"
The brutal loafer changed countenance as he caught the red man's
eye.
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