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Tell
me, lad; did you ever strike a leaping buck atwixt the antlers?
Hector; quiet, pup; quiet. The very name of venison quickens the blood
of the cur;--did you ever take an animal in that fashion, on the long
leap?"
"You might just as well ask me, did you ever eat? There is no fashion,
old stranger, that a deer has not been touched by my hand, unless it
was when asleep."
"Ay, ay; you have a long and a happy-ay, and an honest life afore you!
I am old, and I suppose I might also say, worn out and useless; but,
if it was given me to choose my time, and place, again,--as such
things are not and ought not ever to be given to the will of man--
though if such a gift was to be given me, I would say, twenty and the
wilderness! But, tell me; how do you part with the peltry?"
"With my pelts! I never took a skin from a buck, nor a quill from a
goose, in my life! I knock them over, now and then, for a meal, and
sometimes to keep my finger true to the touch; but when hunger is
satisfied, the prairie wolves get the remainder.


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