No, no, Tom! get us some fresh meat for
to-morrow; and for to-night let us have some hot potatoes, and some bread
and butter, and we'll find beef; eh, Frank? and now look sharp, for we
must be up in good time tomorrow, and, to be so, we must to bed betimes.
And now, Tom, are there any cock?"
"Cock! yes, I guess there be, and quail, too, pretty plenty! quite a
smart chance of them, and not a shot fired among them this fall, any
how!"
"Well, which way must we beat to-morrow? I calculate to shoot three days
with you here; and, on Wednesday night, when we get in, to hitch up and
drive into Sullivan, and see if we can't get a deer or two! You'll go,
Tom?"
"Well, well, we'll see any how; but for to-morrow, why, I guess we must
beat the 'Squire's swamp-hole first; there's ten or twelve cock there, I
know; I see them there myself last Sunday; and then acrost them
buck-wheat stubbles, and the big bog meadow, there's a drove of quail
there; two or three bevys got in one, I reckon; leastwise I counted
thirty-three last Friday was a week; and through Seer's big swamp, over
to the great spring!"
"How is Seer's swamp? too wet, I fancy," Archer interposed, "at least I
noticed, from the mountain, that all the leaves were changed in it, and
that the maples were quite bare.
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