"Well, then, you made good work of it, I tell you, and you won't do nothin' like that agin this winter not in Warwick; but I won't touch them quail it's a sin to break that bunch but you don't never care to take the rabbits home, and the old woman's got some beautiful fresh onions she'll make a stew of them a smother, as you call it, in a little less than no time, Archer; and I've got half a dozen of them big gray snipe English snipe that I killed down by my little run'-side; you'll have them roasted with the guts in, I guess! and then there's a pork-steak and sassagers and if you don't like that, you can jist go without.