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The big log house has been constructed. Now it was the most distant trading post of the Fur Company. From the very beginning of building Indians from different tribes here visited, bringing with itself furs. Some times there were firing, happened that savages quarrelled with each other as between some tribes there was the irreconcilable enmity sometimes hardly abating, but then inflaming with new force. Collision every time between savages led to bloodshed and promised troubles to white people on whom natives were glad to break the rage.
Now at trapperov there was a reliable shelter.
- Look! - George has specified a hand. - again someone has welcomed.
It has considerably changed, life half a year in mountains have given it such training of which he never and did not think. Former existence seemed to George empty vegetation. No, never it is more in his head there will be a thought to work in grocery store. Mountains and wood - here that henceforth was the present. No burdens could frighten him, any work was on a shoulder, any tests caressed мужќское vanity. One oppressed: absence of messages about Mari Dupont. Anybody from Indians has not told till now about it words.
- To us visitors! - Zherar has closed the eyes partly, looking at small group of the horsemen who have been wrapped up in bizoni of a skin.
- Chernonogie, - has told Vincent and took in hands a gun.
- At last! - George has blurted out. - now, I hope, though a word we will hear about Mari.
Indians have stopped hardly at some distance, their leader has raised the left hand upwards.
- Not very much hope for success, - has grumbled Zherar, pulling more low a woollen cap on the shaggy head. - Chernonogie it to you not a pity small group of tramps, and the nation, a countless multitudes, confederation of tribes. That occurs at northern communities, it can be not known to southern groups.
- And still now we are closer to the purpose.
After short greetings and ceremonial raskurivanija tubes without which any meeting with natives did not manage, George who is warmed up by impatience, began to ask through Zherara Indians on Mari.
- No, they did not see the white woman, - the hunter has told
- They have answered, - Zherar has started to be irritated. - it is not necessary to ask again.
- But can, they were reached by any hearings?
- No. - the Indian has shaken a head. - it is a lot of Earth, it is a lot of settlements. Unless it is possible to know about all?
- But it was taken away by Chernonogie, - George heatedly insisted. - you from Chernonogih?
- Chernonogih is a lot of. When snow will descend, small groups will converge in the big. Here then there will be many news, it is a lot of conversations. If somewhere among our people there lives the white woman, somebody will mention it...
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The spring has come. Once it is absolutely close from village Chernonogih there was a lonely bare bison. Its huge head with a wide forehead and short curve horns has low fallen, sniffing at the earth. The winter dark skin shreds climbed down on all body. However, high holka and back abruptly falling down from top to bottom still looked black from the felted wool, but the back part of a trunk seemed absolutely naked. Deaf grumble proceeded from a breast of an animal.
- Why nobody will start up in it an arrow? - Was surprised White Spirit, looking out of tent and holding with both hands the huge stomach. - unless we not need fresh meat?
- It has approached absolutely close to our dwellings. It is visible, it was sent by Great Spirit with any message. - the single has made a helpless gesture. - I do not know that the brother-bison wants to tell to us, but it has appeared not casually. Four-footed brothers usually is better us distinguish voices which are turned to us from the invisible world, and come to inform them to us...
Between tents has galloped on a white game the Wolf Shirt and has stopped nearby to a bison. Having thrown up both hands upwards, the Indian began to tell something, audible only to a bison. The horse has some times turned on a place, but again and again stopped a muzzle to the horned giant. So they stood nearby very long, then the bison zakachal a mighty head and has run away, having lifted a tail.
- What have you told to it? What has he answered?! - Has shouted White Spirit when the Wolf Shirt step has gone back.
The Indian has answered nothing, as if did not hear a question.
- Why the Wolf Shirt is silent? - It has turned with dissatisfied faced to the husband. - why he despises me? I have not made anything bad. It always is puffed up, passing by, and I think that it will soon burst with pride. Why he does not talk to me?
- You should not so to ask. The Soldier-person talked to the soldier-bison. Nobody will tell to the woman about what there were words of soldiers, - the Single has said. - and in general...
- Do not forget that you are pregnant. Anybody from extraneous men will not want to talk to the pregnant woman. It can deprive of the hunter of good luck.