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| Lake Superior in Michigans Iron country 1800's
Arising he paced backward and forward across the store floor, outside
of my office, grating his teeth and clenching his fists, calling me all manner
of names in French, and uttering all sorts of imprecations and epithets. At
last, finding that I did not pay any attention to him, he stopped in front of
the little door and delivered himself about thus: "You want to preten you
don stan French. Mon dieu, you can't talk good Linglish; you're jus a half
a breed, half French and half Injin. I know wat you want; you want me to
strike you, then you bring me on de justis offis to-morrow morning and make
me pay five dollar! Aha! you can't fool Frenchman lika dat. You come on
to de street if you want me to strike you.
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