Showing posts with label frontiersman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frontiersman. Show all posts

Friday, 15 October 2010

Woodcraft and mountain lore



      You may ask if a month in the wilds with that great scout taught me much of woodcraft and mountain lore; I can reply with confidence that bt the time we reached Fort Laramie, I could deduce by the sight of a broken twig that someone had stepped on it, and when I saw a great pile of dung on the prarie I knew at once that a buffalo had let drive.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.198, Pan Books edition, 1983.

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Monday, 30 August 2010

Simple and shrewd



They were an odd lot, those frontiersmen, simple and shrewd enough, and as easy—and as difficult—to impose upon as children are. But I was glad Wootton would be our guide; being a true-bred rascal and coward myself, I know a good man when I see one—and he was the best.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.63, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Friday, 27 August 2010

Straight and steady



      At this Wootton lifted his unkempt head and looked at me, and I stopped dead. He was a ragged nobody—with eyes like clear blue lights, straight and steady. Then he glanced away—and I thought, don’t let this one go. It may be a picnic on the plains, but you’ll be none the worse with him along.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.60, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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