"And so the Wolf-tribe of the Pawnees have buried the hatchet with
their neighbours, the Konzas?" said the trapper, pursuing a discourse
which he had scarcely permitted to flag, though it had been
occasionally interrupted by the different directions with which he
occasionally saw fit to interrupt it. (The reader will remember that,
while he spoke to the native warrior in his own tongue, he necessarily
addressed his white companions in English.) "The Loups and the light-
fac'd Red-skins are again friends. Doctor, that is a tribe of which
I'll engage you've often read, and of which many a round lie has been
whispered in the ears of the ignorant people, who live in the
settlements. There was a story of a nation of Welshers, that liv'd
hereaway in the prairies, and how they came into the land afore the
uneasy minded man, who first let in the Christians to rob the heathens
of their inheritance, had ever dreamt that the sun set on a country as
big as that it rose from. And how they knew the white ways, and spoke
with white tongues, and a thousand other follies and idle conceits.
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