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"Paul! Paul!" exclaimed his companion in a tone of reproach, "you
forget all! Think of the dreadful consequences!"
"Ay, it was thinking of what you call consequences, Ellen, that
prevented me from putting the matter, at once, to yonder red-devil,
and making it a real knock-down and drag-out! Old trapper, the sin of
this cowardly business lies on your shoulders! But it is no more than
your daily calling, I reckon, to take men, as well as beasts, in
snares."
"I implore you, Paul, to be calm--to be patient."
"Well, since it is your wish, Ellen," returned the youth, endeavouring
to swallow his spleen, "I will make the trial; though, as you ought to
know, it is part of the religion of a Kentuckian to fret himself a
little at a mischance."
"I fear your friends in the other bottom will not escape the eyes of
the imps!" continued the trapper, as coolly as though he had not heard
a syllable of the intervening discourse. "They scent plunder; and it
would be as hard to drive a hound from his game, as to throw the
varmints from its trail.


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