"May the war continue," said Martin Eberts, "and we'll all sow wheat."
"The Indians have consented to relinquish all claim to the land, in compensation for which they receive annual grants from the Government, which shall be withheld if they molest settlers."
"From the township of Hull," he responded.
"Whoop!" cried the Indian, a ray of light creeping over his dark face. "De young chief's squaw? Some tam she am dat squaw, more some time she am de odder," he said, pointing his finger at Nancy.
* Understands not.千禧平台投注
"He comprends pas,"* said the interpreter. "L'agrement she was mak wit de fadder of hees fadder."