"You don't know the lives of these people."
Presently they came to an open clearing in the forest, yet so incomplete
that many of the felled trees, partly lopped of their boughs, still
lay where they had fallen. There was a cabin or dwelling of unplaned,
unpainted boards; very simple in structure, yet made in a workmanlike
fashion, quite unlike the usual log cabin she had seen. This made her
think that the elder man was a "towny," and not a frontiersman like the
other.
As they approached the cabin the elder man stopped, and turning to her,
said:--
"Do you know Indians?"
The girl started, and then recovering herself with a quick laugh:
"G'lang!--there ain't any Injins here!"
"Not the kind YOU mean; these are very peaceful. There's a squaw here
whom you will"--he stopped, hesitated as he looked critically at the
girl, and then corrected himself--"who will help you."
He pushed open the cabin door and showed an interior, equally simple but
well joined and fitted,--a marvel of neatness and finish to the frontier
girl's eye.
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