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Tom, mark! you old fat rascal, and sure enough, right where I should have been, if I'd been a doin right, out came two woodcock big ones they looked like hens, and I kind o' thought it was a shame, so I got up to go to them, and called McTavish to go with me; but torights, jest as he was a gitting up, a heap of critters comes all chasin up, scart by a dog, I reckon, kickin their darned heels up, and bellowin like mad and there was one young bull amongst them, quite a lump of a bull now I tell you; and the bull he came up pretty nigh to us, and stood, and stawmped, and sort o' snorted, as if he didn't know right what he would be arter, and McTavish, he gits up, and turns right round with his back to the critter; he got a bit of a round jacket on, and he stoops down till his head came right atween his legs, kind o' straddlin like, so that the bull could see nothing of him but his t'other eend, and his head right under it, chin uppermost, with his big black whiskers, lookin as fierce as all h-ll, and fiercer; well! the bull he stawmped agin, and pawed, and bellowed, and I was in hopes, I swon, that he would have hooked him; but just then McTavish, starts to run, going along as I have told you, hind eend foremost bo-oo went the bull, a-boooo, and off he starts like a strick, with his tail stret on eend, and his eyes starin and all the critters arter him, and then they kind o' circled round and all stood still and stared and stawmped, 'till he got nigh to them, and then they all stricks off agin; and so they went on runnin and then standin still, and so they went on the hull of an hour, I'll be bound; and I lay there upon my back laughin 'till I was stiff and sore all over; and then came Waxskin and all Archer, wrathy as h-ll and swearin' Lord how they did swear!
"Well you see, Archer there, and little Waxskin you know little Waxskin, I guess, Mister Forester and old McTavish, had gone down to shoot to Hellhole where we was yesterday, you see! well now! it was hot hot, worst kind; I tell you and I was sort o' tired out so Waxskin, in he goes into the thick, and Archer arter him, and up the old crick side thinkin, you see, that we was goin up, where you and I walked yesterday but not a bit of it; we never thought of no such thing, not we!