“Umph!” ejaculated the Highlander; “if Solomon had been your grandfather you could scarcely hev made a wiser speech.—What think you, Tonal’?”
“Weel, as ye put it to me, I must say that I’m strongly of Bartong’s opeenion.”
“Just so,” remarked MacSweenie, with a thoughtful air; “so, as I agree wi’ you both, I think it iss about time for us all to turn in.”
He turned in accordingly, by lying back in his place and drawing his blanket over him.
The other statesmen immediately followed his example, and the camp subsided into silence.
Chapter Twenty Five.
The Outpost, and Effect of a “Fuddle.”
Soon afterwards the expedition of the fur-traders reached the Ukon River, a comparatively insignificant stream, but, from its character and position with reference to the Indians of that region, well suited for the establishment of an outpost. At least so thought the natives who had reported upon it.