Then we-alls, not to be raised out,
sees 'em to Red Dog ag'in, an' not to have the odd hoss onto 'em in
the matter, back they comes with us.
"I don't know how often we makes this yere round trip from one camp
to t'other, cause my mem'ry is some dark on the later events of that
Thanksgivin'. My pony gets tired of it about the third time back,
an' humps himse'f an' bucks me off a whole lot, whereupon I don't go
with them Red Dog folks no further, but nacherally camps down back
of the mesquite I lights into, an, sleeps till mornin'. You bet!
it's a great Thanksgivin'.'
CHAPTER XXL.
BILL HOSKINS'S COON.
"Now I thoroughly saveys," remarked the Old Cattleman reflectively,
at a crisis in our conversation when the talk turned on men of small
and cowardly measure, "I thoroughly saveys that taste for battle
that lurks in the deefiles of folk's nacher like a wolf in the hills
Which I reckons now that I, myse'f, is one of the peacefullest
people as ever belts on a weepon; but in my instincts--while I never
jestifies or follows his example--I cl'arly apprehends the emotions
of a gent who convenes with another gent all sim'lar, an' expresses
his views with his gun.
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