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Then the laughter burst forth more boisterously than before. "A wire, you young rascal! Are you making fun of me?" shouted Boucheseiche, "come down this moment!" "Here he is, Monsieur," replied the lad, throwing himself down with the squirrel which he tossed at the collector's feet. When Boucheseiche verified the fact that the squirrel was a stuffed specimen, he gave a resounding oath.
Claudet, too much excited to perceive that the young girl's impassiveness was only on the surface, said to himself: "It is all over; she accepts my departure as an event perfectly natural; she treats me as she would Theotime, the coal-dealer, or the tax-collector Boucheseiche. A glass of wine, two or three unimportant questions, and then, good-by-a pleasant journey, and take care of yourself!"
All these country huntsmen were blessed with healthy appetites. They ate heartily, and drank in the same fashion, especially the collector Boucheseiche, who justified his name by pouring out numerous bumpers of white wine.
"He has caught hold of something," said the notary, facetiously. "Ah! you will hold on, you rascal, will you?" shouted Boucheseiche, beside himself with excitement, and the next moment he sent a second shot, which sent the hair flying in all directions. The creature remained in the same position. Then there was a general roar. "He is quite obstinate!" remarked the clerk, slyly.
Boucheseiche, astonished, looked attentively at the tree, then at the laughing crowd, and could not understand the situation. "If I were in your place, Collector," said Claudet, in an insinuating manner, "I should climb up there, to see " But Justin Boucheseiche was not a climber. He called a youngster, who followed the hunt as beater-up.
Arbillot seized a slip of ivy and crowned Boucheseiche, while all the others clapped their hands and capered in front of the collector, who, at last, being a good fellow at heart, joined in the laugh at his own expense. Julien de Buxieres alone could not share the general hilarity. The uproar caused by this simple joke did not even chase the frown from his brow.
At the same time he pointed out a squirrel, sitting perched upon a branch, about halfway up the tree. The animal's tail stood up behind like a plume, his ears were upright, and he had his front paws in his mouth, as if cracking a nut. "A squirrel!" cried the impetuous Boucheseiche, immediately falling into the snare; "let no one touch him, gentlemen I will settle his account for him."
"He has caught hold of something," said the notary, facetiously. "Ah! you will hold on, you rascal, will you?" shouted Boucheseiche, beside himself with excitement, and the next moment he sent a second shot, which sent the hair flying in all directions. The creature remained in the same position. Then there was a general roar. "He is quite obstinate!" remarked the clerk, slyly.
"In the name of ! who is the miscreant that has perpetrated this joke?" No one could reply for laughing. Then ironical cheers burst forth from all sides. "Brave Boucheseiche! That's a kind of game one doesn't often get hold of!" "We never shall see any more of that kind!" "Let us carry Boucheseiche in triumph!" And so they went on, marching around the tree.
"In the name of ! who is the miscreant that has perpetrated this joke?" No one could reply for laughing. Then ironical cheers burst forth from all sides. "Brave Boucheseiche! That's a kind of game one doesn't often get hold of !" "We never shall see any more of that kind!" "Let us carry Boucheseiche in triumph!" And so they went on, marching around the tree.
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