![]() ![]() They pushed and pulled the rowboat into the water. If I do, I will jump overboard, and you can row those white men to Ayashe by yourself.” “I won’t sit near him in the rowboat if he comes. Peezhickee don’t like him either.”Ĭhibenashi was going to say it didn’t matter if Ayashe’s husband Peezhickee liked George, that Ayashe’s husband was more full of anti-fogmatics than Larry was, but instead Chibenashi said, “Peezhickee’s in a bad way, too, on account of his foot. “What does it matter? We need his brother, not George.” “Will Boonoo George be there?” Larry said. Chibenashi pulled him up and walked him toward their rowboat, beached a few yards away. The young man was soft as a boned fish and stank of anti-fogmatics. ![]() He grabbed Larry under the arm and pulled him up. She’ll die if not,” Chibenashi said, trying to catch his breath. Larry had a poor fire going and half a dead fish near it on the sand. It was a cold night and much colder by the water. There was an empty bottle between his legs. Larry sat on the soft loam at the edge of the pines by the lake. The dogs followed Chibenashi all the way from the camp, but when he found Larry, they turned and ran back. Reimagining Ernest Hemingway’s Indian CampĬhibenashi was out of breath from running with the dogs. ![]()
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