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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Prairie"

No, no; go, lady,
and Heaven for ever bless you! I am better here, in this desert, where
there are none to know my shame."
"Now, old trapper," retorted Paul, "this is what I call knowing which
way the wind blows! You ar' a man that has seen life, and you know
something of fashions; I put it to your judgment, plainly, isn't it in
the nature of things for the hive to swarm when the young get their
growth, and if children will quit their parents, ought one who is of
no kith or kin--"
"Hist!" interrupted the man he addressed, "Hector is discontented. Say
it out, plainly, pup; what is it dog--what is it?"
The venerable hound had risen, and was scenting the fresh breeze which
continued to sweep heavily over the prairie. At the words of his
master he growled and contracted the muscles of his lips, as if half
disposed to threaten with the remnants of his teeth. The younger dog,
who was resting after the chase of the morning, also made some signs
that his nose detected a taint in the air, and then the two resumed
their slumbers, as if they had done enough.


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