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“Whomsoever cud I mean but th’ Wild Hunter, and wha’s tha’ been any bullets lately but in th’ b’ar?” queried my companion. “Yes, of course,” I admitted, “but why do you suppose he cut out the bullets?” “Wal, I reckon tha’ might be right scarce and he haster be kinder sparing with them.
Now, look at them dogs o' mine. A cur ain't got no dew-claws them dogs has. My dogs can foller ary trail, same's a hound; but they'll run right in on the varmint, snappin' and chawin' and worryin' him till he gits so mad you can hear his tushes pop half a mile. He cain't run away he haster stop every bit, and fight. Finally he gits so tired and het up that he trees to rest hisself.
When I lets him out fo' an airin' he hikes right straight fo' some farmer's hen-yard, an' den I haster hunt fo' him." "When you see him starting on his rambles, Wash, why don't you call him back?" demanded Jack Darrow, chuckling. "If I did, Massa Jack, I'spect he wouldn't know I was a-hollerin' fo' him." "How's that? Doesn't he know his name?"
"Could you hear anything those men were saying?" she asked the pretty little German. "Were they discussing a patent, do you think?" "Oh, no; it was not like that," replied Tillie. "It was about let me see. Some Haster, no, like a name like your friend's name, Hazel Hastings. That was it, Hastings." "Did they say Hazel?" pressed Cora. "No, not that, of course," and Tillie laughed.
She made quite a stack of toast and buttered it generously, although all the time she grumbled and frowned. "Here, take it, an' git out'n my kitchen. I don't much mo'n git the breakfus dishes washed befo' I haster begin gittin' dinner an' if I's gonter have ter be a stoppin' every five minutes ter fix trays I like ter know when I will git through."
Fust theah hosses got into a loco patch, an' one dawk night walked oveh a clift thinkin' it were thu aidge o' a sun crack. Then theah cow gits lumpy jaw an' haster be shot. Thu hekid tried to hold out kyards one night when Lem Bowers was feelin' mean, an' it took thu waggin an' hawness to pay fer sawin off hes laig.
Man! wake up an' see what's afore yer eyes!" "What is it, Stubbs?" "Gold! Gold! Gold! The stuff thet outside here yer haster fight ter git a pinch of, the stuff I've sailed aroun' the worl' ter git a handful of; the stuff ye've come so far on the bare chance of seein'." "It's here, then? The treasure is here?" "More than ever ye dreamed of.
We all haster." Nan and Bess listened to this, and watched the independent little thing in much amazement. Such a creature neither of the chums from Tillbury had ever before heard of or imagined. "Do you suppose she is telling the truth?" whispered Bess to Nan. "I don't see why she should tell a wrong story gratuitously," Nan returned.
He was quite sure that being coachman to Miss Ann Peyton gave him the right to wipe those worn boots on the rest of mankind. "Look at that ol' fool nigger!" exclaimed Aunt Em'ly in disgust. "Settin' up there lookin' mo' like a monkey than a man in that long-tail blue coat with brass buttons an' his ha'r like cotton wool an' whiskers so long he haster wrop 'em.
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