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"It would soon
bake you a buffaloe whole, or for that matter powder his hoofs and
horns into white ashes. Shame, shame, old Hector: as for the captain's
pup, it is to be expected that he would show his want of years, and I
may say, I hope without offence, his want of education too; but for a
hound, like you, who have lived so long in the forest afore you came
into these plains, it is very disgraceful, Hector, to be showing your
teeth, and growling at the carcass of a roasted horse, the same as if
you were telling your master that you had found the trail of a grizzly
bear."
"I tell you, old trapper, this is no horse; neither in hoofs, head,
nor hide."
"Anan! Not a horse? Your eyes are good for the bees and for the hollow
trees, my lad, but--bless me, the boy is right! That I should mistake
the hide of a buffaloe, scorched and crimpled as it is, for the
carcass of a horse! Ah's me! The time has been, my men, when I would
tell you the name of a beast, as far as eye could reach, and that too
with most of the particulars of colour, age, and sex.


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