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With his tribe's keen apprehension of danger, Groundhog had jumped from his saddle, nervously unhitched his mule, and sprung into the saddle again, ready for instant fight. "Get off and hook that mule up agin," commanded Si sternly. "Now get on your mule and go to the head of your team, take the leaders by the bridles, and stay there."
"That is very nice," remarked the groundhog. "Come right in. I am afraid to come to the door, you know." Sammie and Susie walked in and gave Mr. Groundhog the things in the basket. Then Susie, who was very curious, asked him a question. "Why didn't you want to come to the door?" she inquired.
They heard a volley of profanity coming from a cedar brake still farther to the left, and recognized the voice of their teamster. They went thither, and found Groundhog, who had fled from the scene, after the manner of his race, at the first sound of firing, but had been too scared to fasten up his traces when he unhitched his saddle mule.
With an air of having encountered the irresistible, he started to get out of his saddle. "Stay in there, confound you," said Shorty, prodding him with his bayonet. "Lick them mules. Make 'em start." "'Bout as much use in lickin' a white-oak stump," said Groundhog, plying the whip viciously as a relief to his feelings.
On the southeast side of the Locust Ridge, opposite Huggins's Hell, between Bone Valley and the main fork of Hazel Creek, there is a "Raven's Cliff" where they winter and breed, using the same nests year after year. Occasionally one is trapped, with bloody groundhog for bait; but I have yet to meet a man who has succeeded in shooting one.
D' yo' know Groundhog, a teamster? He's in cahoots with us." "Oh!" said Shorty to himself. "Here's another lay altogether. Guess it's my duty to work it for all that it's worth." "Is it a bargain?" she said suddenly, stretching out her long, skinny hand. "Sophrony," said Shorty, taking her hand, "this is so sudden. I never thought o' marryin' at least till this cruel war is over.
We have hunted huckleberries on her hills; we have pursued the groundhog in her woods, the 'coon around her cornfields; we have swum and fished in her sparkling streams; from Dan to Beersheba we have worked, played, done "many things we ought not to have done," and left undone many things it was our duty to do; but we never saw a soap mine.
I got to fingering my rifle trigger impatiently and wishing that a wild Thanksgiving gobbler might blunder into view. Squirrels made ceaseless chatter all around my stand. Large hawks shrilled by me within tempting range, whistling like spent bullets. A groundhog sat up on a log and whistled, too, after a manner of his own. He was so near that I could see his nose wiggle.
Groundhog wavered an instant. "I wuz offered $10 on the other side." Shorty was desperate. "I'll give you the whisky and $10." "Le' me see your money and taste your licker." "Here's the money," said Shorty, showing a bill. "I ain't goin' to trust you with the canteen, but I'll pour out this big spoon full, which'll be enough for you to taste."
"Groundhog," said Si resolutely, "you're not goin' back to camp; you're not goin' to wait till it stops rainin'. You're goin' right over now, as sure as my name's Si Klegg, or I'll break every bone in your karkiss." "I can't go over," persisted Groundhog. "I ain't no fool.
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