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On this hint he fired, making an incurable wound in the "porcupig," which, nevertheless, tried harder than ever to escape. I lay listening, when, close on the heels of the report of the gun, came excited shouts for a revolver. Snatching up my Smith and Wesson, I hastened, shoeless and hatless, to the scene of action, wondering what was up.
Thus equipped, he strutted about, as bitter looking a man of war as the far-famed More, of More Hall, when he sallied forth to slay the Dragon of Wantley. For what says the ballad? "Had you but seen him in this dress, How fierce he looked and how big, You would have thought him for to be Some Egyptian porcupig.
Orville heard it also, and, raising up on his elbow, asked, "What is that?" "What the hunters call a 'porcupig," said I. "Sure?" "Entirely so." "Why does he make that noise?" "It is a way he has of cursing our fire," I replied. "I heard him last night also." "Where do you suppose he is?" inquired my companion, showing a disposition to look him up.
And Primrose, giving a hand to Thekla, joined in the general rush down the glade. "A situation relieved!" said the newcomer. "For all ran to see, For they took him to be An Egyptian porcupig," quoted Gillian.
Orville heard it also, and, raising up on his elbow, asked, "What is that?" "What the hunters call a 'porcupig," said I. "Sure?" "Entirely so." "Why does he make that noise?" "It is a way he has of cursing our fire," I replied. "I heard him last night also." "Where do you suppose he is?" inquired my companion, showing a disposition to look him up.
We expected a friendly visit from porcupines that night, as we saw where they had freshly gnawed all about us; hence, when a red squirrel came and looked in upon us very early in the morning and awoke us by his snickering and giggling, my comrade cried out, "There is your porcupig." How the frisking red rogue seemed to enjoy what he had found!
On this hint he fired, making an incurable wound in the "porcupig," which, nevertheless, tried harder than ever to escape. I lay listening, when, close on the heels of the report of the gun, came excited shouts for a revolver. Snatching up my Smith and Wesson, I hastened, shoeless and hatless, to the scene of action, wondering what was up.
We expected a friendly visit from porcupines that night, as we saw where they had freshly gnawed all about us; hence, when a red squirrel came and looked in upon us very early in the morning and awoke us by his snickering and giggling, my comrade cried out, "There is your porcupig." How the frisking red rogue seemed to enjoy what he had found!
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