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"I deny myself nothing. If a bear crosses my path, he is soon the mere
ghost of Bruin. The deer begin to nose me; and as for the buffaloe, I
have kill'd more beef, old stranger, than the largest butcher in all
Kentuck."
"You can shoot, then!" demanded the trapper, with a glow of latent
fire, glimmering about his eyes; "is your hand true, and your look
quick?"
"The first is like a steel trap, and the last nimbler than a buck-
shot. I wish it was hot noon, now, grand'ther; and that there was an
acre or two of your white swans or of black feathered ducks going
south, over our heads; you or Ellen, here, might set your heart on the
finest in the flock, and my character against a horn of powder, that
the bird would be hanging head downwards, in five minutes, and that
too, with a single ball. I scorn a shot-gun! No man can say, he ever
knew me carry one, a rod."
"The lad has good in him! I see it plainly by his manner;" said the
trapper, turning to Ellen with an encouraging air; "I will take it on
myself to say, that you are not unwise in meeting him, as you do.


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