He goes injunnin' over to Bill's an' finds the camp
all deserted, except the raccoon's thar, settin', battin' his eyes
mournful an' lonesome on the doorstep. This Olson camps down by the
door an' fondles the raccoon, an' strokes his coat, an' lets him
search his pockets with his black hands ontil he gets that friendly
an' confident about Olson he'd told him anythin'. It's then this
yere miscreant, Olson, springs his game. "H's got a couple of
crawfish which he's fresh caught at the Branch. Now raccoons regards
crawfish as onusual good eatin'. For myse'f, I can't say I deems
none high of crawfish as viands, but raccoons is different; an' the
way they looks at it, crawfish is pie.
"This Olson brings out his two crawfish an' fetchin' ajar of water
from the spring, he drops in a crawfish an' incites an' aggravates
Zekiel--that's the name of Bill's raccoon--to feel in an' get him a
whole lot.
"Zekiel ain't none shy on the play. He knows crawfish like a gambler
does a red chip; so turnin' his eyes up to the sky, like a raccoon
does who's wropped in pleasant anticipations that a-way, he plunges
in his paw an' gets it.
"Once Zekiel acquires him, the pore crawfish don't last as long as
two-bits at faro-bank.
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