"It is good for such as they who make
their dinner better on beggars' beans than on homminy. A crow would
shed tears if obliged by its errand to fly across the district."
"What say you, trapper?" returned the father, showing the slight
impression his powerful heel had made on the compact earth, and
laughing with frightful ferocity. "Is this the quality of land a man
would choose who never troubles the county clerk with title deeds?"
"There is richer soil in the bottoms," returned the old man calmly,
"and you have passed millions of acres to get to this dreary spot,
where he who loves to till the 'arth might have received bushels in
return for pints, and that too at the cost of no very grievous labour.
If you have come in search of land, you have journeyed hundreds of
miles too far, or as many leagues too little."
"There is then a better choice towards the other Ocean?" demanded the
squatter, pointing in the direction of the Pacific.
"There is, and I have seen it all," was the answer of the other, who
dropped his rifle to the earth, and stood leaning on its barrel, like
one who recalled the scenes he had witnessed with melancholy pleasure.
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