"Which I shorely allows you saveys all thar is to know about a
raccoon. No? Well, a raccoon's like this: In the first place he's
plumb easy, an' ain't lookin' for no gent to hold out kyards or ring
a cold deck on him. That's straight; a raccoon is simple-minded that
a-way; an' his impressive trait is, he's meditative. Besides bein'
nacherally thoughtful, a raccoon is a heap melancholy,--he jest sets
thar an' absorbs melancholy from merely bein' alive.
"But if a raccoon is melancholy or gets wropped in thought that a-
way, it's after all his own play. It's to his credit that once when
he's tamed, he's got mountainous confidence in men, an' will curl up
to sleep where you be an' shet both eyes. He's plumb trustful; an'
moreover, no matter how mournful a raccoon feels, or how plumb
melancholy he gets, he don't pester you with no yarns.
"I reckons I converses with this yere identical raccoon of Bill's
plenty frequent; when he feels blue, an' ag'in when he's at his
gailiest, an' he never remarks nothin' to me except p'lite
general'ties.
"If this yere Olson was a dead game party who regards himse'f
wronged, he'd searched out a gun, or a knife, or mebby a club, an'
pranced over an' rectified Bill a whole lot.
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