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Updated: May 31, 2025
I'm kin to rattlesnakes on my mother's side; I'm king of all the eagles an' full brother to the b'ars! I'm the bloo-eyed lynx of Whiskey Crossin', an' I weighs four thousand pounds! I'm a he- steamboat; I've put a crimp in a cat-a-mount with nothin' but my livin' hands! I broke a full-grown allagator across my knee, tore him asunder an' showered his shrinkin' fragments over a full section of land!
But I tell you this, Pedro: the B'ar what killed your sheep on the upper pasture and in the sheep canon is the same. No two B'ars has hind feet alike when you get a clear-cut track, and this holds out even right along." "What about the fifty-foot B'ar I saw wit' mine own eyes, caramba?" "That must have been the night you were working a kill-care with your sheep-herder's delight.
He put the pony hard to it, and in two hours he overtook the train at the crossing of the river. "Say, pard, I done wrong. I didn't orter sell them little B'ars, leastwise not Jacky. I I wall, now, I want to call it off. Here's yer yellow." "I'm satisfied with my end of it," said the stranger, coldly. "Well, I ain't," said Lan, with warmth, "an' I want it off."
Sounds like as if one b'ar had come along to another b'ar's den and was tryin' to git in and drive tother one out. B'ars is dennin' to-night, and tham as has put off lookin' up a den till now is runnin' round in a hurry to get in somewhars out of the snow. "A b'ar's allus ugly when he's out late, lookin' for a den," the old trapper went on. "A b'ar hates snow on his toes.
What things we've ondertook hain't a-goin' ter die with me ner with no other man ye gang murders an' when ther high co'te sets next time, thar'll be soldiers hyar thet hain't none affrighted by ther repute ye b'ars!"
"'What! says the soopercilious gent, abandonin' them hostile measures, an' joy settlin' over his face. 'What! he says; 'you my brother Bill? Well, don't that beat grizzly b'ars amazin'! Come in, Bill, an' rest your hat. Which it's simply the tenderness of hell I don't miss you.
"'Pol'tics, remarks Colonel Sterett on that o'casion, re-fillin' his glass for the severaleth time, 'jest nacherally oozes from a editor, as you-all who reads reg'larly the Coyote b'ars witness; he's saturated with pol'tics same as Huggins is with whiskey. As for myse'f, aside from my vocations of them tripods, pol'tics is inborn in me.
"In a cloud of dust and the sun blazin' down on him like thunderation, I don't know but you're right, Nath." "Git out!" replied Nath, placidly. "He's a curi's-actin' feller, anyway. Don't go nowhar nor hev nothin' to say to nobody. Jest sets right down in that thar holler with his wife, as if b'ars an' painters wus all a man or woman wanted round 'em."
Ye kin tell him dat Mammy Curtis lived in de woods afo' he was born, and hez seen more b'ars and mountain lyuns dan he hez hairs in his mustarches." The word "Mammy" brought a flash of recollection to Fleming. "I am very sorry," he began; but to his surprise the negro woman burst into a good-tempered laugh. "All right, honey!
"'As I'm sayin', when Dan lams loose them thick head questions, I'm a renowned shot, an' my weakness is huntin' b'ars. I finds 'em an' kills 'em that easy, I thinks thar's nothin' in the world but b'ars.
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