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Perhaps it was the tiger's revenge, or perhaps he's huntin' 'em still. You must go to his tomb one of these days and inquire. Bukta will probably attend to that. He was asking me before you came whether by any ill-luck you had already bagged your tiger. If not, he is going to enter you under his own wing. Of course, for you of all men it's imperative. You'll have a first-class time with Bukta."
An' y' saw us pass did y'? An' y'r frowsy dyed-haired slattern wife told us y' were away? An' 't will be a week y' fought 'em when y' tell it again; an' y' been huntin' them seven weeks lyin' sodden drunk in y'r tent wi' a whiskey keg from th' cellar o' y'r white-vested friend? Hoh?" He caught the flabby body by the collar, spinning the dignity of the law round face down prone upon the log.
And there wuz them that said that they should think the huntin' would be excitin', a-rummagin' round on the ground for some old bones, and they should think the fishin' would be superb, a-dippin' 'em out of a barell and stringin' 'em onto their own strings. But their stories are very large, that I know.
Can you tell me whether or not Colonel Blount is at home this morning?" "Well, suh," said Jim Bowles, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "He ah, an' he ain't. He's home, o' co'se; that is, he hain't gone away no whah, to co'te er nothin'. But then ag'in, he's out huntin', gone afteh b'ah. I reckon he's likely to be in 'most any day now." "'Most any day?" "Yessah. You better go on up to the house.
Dennis sat down and roared: "Well, of all the deer huntin', this beats me!" The Boy rose, still holding the fawn in his arms. "You can take the gun and go on. Boney and me'll go back home " "You ain't goin' ter carry that thing clean home, are you?" "Yes, I am," was the quiet answer. "And I'll kill any dog that tries to hurt him."
Then aftah Pappy died of the fever 'long with mah mothah Gran'pappy cotched it too. An' the doctah said that was what made him so fo'getful aftahwards. He stopped goin' in town; but he came heah 'huntin' his rights, he said. An' he tol' me that our fortune was hidden heah.
"This gang," he said, "come out to hunt buffalo, an', accordin' to what Henry says, a war party he don't know how big is comin' this way huntin' him an' Paul. Well, ef it keeps on huntin' him an' Paul, it's bound to run up agin us, because Paul an' Henry are now a part o' our gang. Ez fur me, I've done a lot o' trampin' after buffalo, an' I feel too tired to run, I jest do."
And there are them that sez that they dassent, either one of 'em, shoot off a gun, not hardly a pop gun. But I don't know the truth of this. I know what they said, they said the huntin' wuz excitin' to the last degree, and the fishin' superb.
In the first place, it's now near the end of November. Fort Enterprise, in a straight line, is more nor three weeks' march from hereaway. Our provisions is low. When I left the Fort provisions was low there too, an' if my brother Jeff ha'nt had more nor his usual luck in huntin' they'll be lower yet before long.
"Who's that at the gate, Willie?" called Celestina from the kitchen. "What?" "There's somebody at the gate in a big red automobile. She's comin' in. You go an' see what she wants, 'cause my apron ain't fresh. Likely she's lost her way or else is huntin' board." Although Willie shuffled obediently into the hall he was not in time to prevent the sonorous peal of the bell.
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