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"How?" inquire several voices. "Wal, thar's a way Nat Cully an' me hev been speaking o'. I've heern o' them Mexikins practisin' themselves on thar Injun prisoners for sport. We'll gie' 'em a dose o' their own medicine. Some o' you fellows go an' fetch a kupple o' pack mules. Ye may take the saddles off they won't be needed."

If 'ee'll gi' me a kupple o' minutes, I'll answer ye to the best o' my possibilities." "Very well; we will wait for you. Men! look to your arms, and see that they are all in readiness." During this consultation, which had occupied but a few seconds of time, we could see that the enemy was similarly employed on the other side.

"Hyar's thar tracks; tho' thar ain't no signs of the berra. I see how they've blinded us. By gosh! thar a kupple o' cunnin' old coons, whosomever they be." "How have they managed it?" "Tuk up the machine on thar shoulders, an' toted it thataway! See! thar's thar own tracks! They've gone out hyar atween these two trees." "Right, comrade that appears to be the way they've done it.

Then thur wur a 'coon an' a 'possum, an' a kupple o' grey wolves, an' a swamp rabbit, an', darn the thing! a stinkin' skunk. Perhaps the last wan't the most dangerous varmint on the groun', but it sartintly wur the most disagreeableest o' the hul lot, for it smelt only as a cussed polecat kin smell.

Only for a few seconds did he remain in this attitude; and then, as if suddenly satisfied with the examination, he rose from his stooping posture, exclaiming as he stood erect: "Good, by thunder! The old horse hain't been dead 'bove a kupple o' hours. Look thar, stranger! the blood ain't froze? I kin a'most fancy thar's heat in his old karkiss yet!" "You are sure he has been killed this morning?"

I reck'n they tuk us for Injuns?" "In that case, they'll hide from us all the same only a little more cunningly." "Consarn their sojer skins! Ef they war as cunnin' as a kupple o' possums, they can't a hide the track o' the berra; an' so long's they keep in the timber, I kalklate I kin lift thar trail.

Of coorse, I expected a good grist o' heavy wadin'; but I hed no idee that the water wur a-gwine to git much higher; thur's whur I made my mistake. "I hedn't got more'n a kupple o' miles out when I diskivered that the thing wur a-risin' rapidly, for I seed the mar wur a-gettin' deeper an' deeper. "'Twan't no use turnin' back now.

"Thur's a good grist o' 'em," said Ike, "leastways a kupple o' thousand in the gang thur's bulls, cows, yearlins, an' young calf too, so we'll have a choice o' meat either beef or veal. Kin we do better than foller 'em up? Eh, Mark?" "Wal! I don't think we can, ole boss," replied Redwood. "They passed hyur yesterday, jest about noon that is the thick o' the drove passed then."

I hed chirred a piece o' ground around the shanty a kupple o' acres or better I hed left the stumps a good three feet high: thur wan't a stump to be seen. My clearin', stumps an' all, wur under water; an' I could see it shinin' among the trees all round the shanty. "Of coorse, my fust thoughts wur about my rifle; an I turned back into the shanty, an' laid my claws upon that quick enough.