"
"Cuss you, and your news too," responded Tom, "you're sich a thunderin'
liar, there's no knowin' when you do speak truth. We'll not be losin'
our supper for no lies, I guess! Leastways I won't! Come Archer."
And with a right good appetite they walked into the parlor; every thing
was in order; every article placed just as it had been when Frank went
up to spend his first week in the Woodlands; the gun-case stood on the
same chairs below the window; the table by the door was laid out with
the same display of powder-flasks, shot-pouches, and accoutrements of
all sizes. The liquor-stand was placed by Harry's chair, open,
containing the case-bottles, the rummers being duly ranged upon the
board, which was well lighted by four tall wax candles, and being laid
with Harry's silver, made quite a smart display. The rabbits smoked at
the head, smothered in a rich sauce of cream, and nicely shredded
onions; the pork chops, thin and crisply broiled, exhaled rich odors at
the bottom; the English snipe, roasted to half a turn, and reposing on
their neat squares of toast, were balanced by a dish of well-fried
sausages, reclining on a bed of mashed potatoes; champagne was on the
table, unresined and unwired, awaiting only one touch of the knife to
release the struggling spirit from its transparent prison.
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