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"Massah Hugh, my poor, dear Massah Hugh," he cried, bending over his young master. "I wish 'twas Sam had all de pain an' all de aches you feels. I'd b'ar it willingly, massah, I would. Dear massah, kin you hear Sam talkin' to you?"
Tell 'em hyar's old Hugh Glass, who war et by a grizzly b'ar an' is slick as a peeled onion; an' he wants his gun an' fixin's. Whar's the rascals that stole all my plunder?" Hugh Glass! A miracle! But he it was. "We thought you were dead and buried, man!" "Wall, I ain't, not by a jugful. An' I wants my plunder an' the scalps o' them two villains." "They aren't here. They're down at Atkinson."
I hugged a cinnamon b'ar to death, an' made a grizzly plead for mercy! Who'll come gouge with me? Who'll come bite with me? Who'll come put his knuckles in my back? I'm Weasel-eye, the dead shot; I'm the blood-drinkin', skelp-t'arin', knife-plyin' demon of Sunflower Creek! The flash of my glance will deaden a whiteoak, an' my screech in anger will back the panther plumb off his natif heath!
But when we awoke in the morning we threw aside our coverings with some difficulty to look on a ground covered with snow; trees laden almost to the breaking point with snow, and the air filled with it. "No bear today" said the Cattleman. "No," agreed Uncle Jim drily. "No b'ar. And what's more, unless yo're aimin' to stop here somewhat of a spell, we'll have to make out to-day."
"Don't you think I might help you a bit?" "No, I don't. If you stop where you are, I'll very likely bring the b'ar home to 'ee. If you go with me, it's more than likely the b'ar will take you home to her small family!" "Well, well, have it your own way," returned the agent, laughing. "I always do," replied the hunter, with a grin.
"'He des gone by, sez Brer Rabbit, en ole man B'ar tuck off down de road like a skeer'd mule, en Brer Rabbit, he come out en dry hisse'f in de sun, en go home ter his fambly same ez enny udder man. "The Bear didn't catch the Rabbit, then?" inquired the little boy, sleepily. "Jump up fum dar, honey!" exclaimed Uncle Remus, by way of reply.
To Raoul I gave my revolving pistols, not expecting to have any further use for them myself; and to the hunter, that which he valued more than any other earthly object, the major's "Dutch gun". Doubtless, ere this, the zundnadel has slain many a "grisly b'ar" among the wild ravines of the Rocky Mountains. Courteous reader!
'You er monstus stout, Brer B'ar, sezee, 'en you pulls like a yoke er steers, but I sorter had de purchis on you, sezee. "Den Brer B'ar, bein's his mouf 'gun ter water atter de sweetnin, he up'n say he speck de candy's ripe, en off dey put atter it!" "It's a wonder," said the little boy, after a while, "that the rope didn't break."
Why, that's nothin', Miss Atalanty, to what I'd do for you." "Then that's why she was so awful skeerd and frightened! Just jumpin' outer her skin with horror. I reckoned it was a b'ar or panther or a spook! You ought to have waited till she got accustomed to your looks."
"Looky out, Marse Frank, he chaw yuh up, clean suah!" bawled Uncle Toby, from the crotch in the tree where his ladder had allowed him to reach. "Git up heah, honey, whah he can't reach yuh. Dat b'ar am ma-ad clar t'rough!" "Four times he's shot didn't I say he couldn't hit the side of a barn. Think of him carrying a Gatling gun," said Jerry. "But he has hit him more than once.
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