 ... from my belt one of my pistols, which I held in my left hand. I was determined to fight for life. As I as much as possible endeavoured to preserve my coolness and perhaps did so, I stood eight or ten minutes looking at them and they at me without...  The Forest Worker - Page 181931Full view - About this book
 | 1864 - 618 pages
...ten minutes looking at them and they at me without a word passing, till one at last, who seemed to be the leader, made a sign for tobacco, which I said...fetching me some cones. They went, and as soon as they were out of sight I picked up my three cones and a few twigs and made a quick retreat to my camp,... | |
 | James McKeen Cattell - 1926 - 620 pages
...ten minutes looking at them and they at me without a word passing, till one at last, who seemed to be the leader, made a sign for tobacco, which I said...which I gained at dusk. The Indian who undertook to be my last guide I sent off, lest he should betray me. Wood of the pine fine, and very heavy; leaves... | |
 | 1930 - 458 pages
...ten minutes looking at them and they at me without a word passing, till one at last, who seemed to be the leader, made a sign for tobacco, which I said...which I gained at dusk. The Indian who undertook to be my last guide I sent off, lest he should betray me. Wood of the pine fine, and very heavy; leaves... | |
 | Donald Culross Peattie - 1991 - 776 pages
...ten minutes looking at them and they at me without a word passing, till one at last, who seemed to be the leader, made a sign for tobacco, which I said...picked up my three cones and a few twigs, and made a quirk retreat to my camp, which I gained at dusk. . . . The position I am now in is lying on the grass... | |
 | Donald Culross Peattie - 2007 - 520 pages
...ten minutes looking at them and they at me without a word passing, till one at last, who seemed to be the leader, made a sign for tobacco, which I said...retreat to my camp, which I gained at dusk. . . . The position I am now in is lying on the grass with my gun beside me, writing by the light of my Columbian... | |
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