'
'Paggyratin' locomotivewhat's that?' he asked, in a gruff voice, and
with an expression of great disgust at the unfamiliar words employed.
'You have seen a locomotive, haven't you?'
'Reckon I hev, down in St. Louey.'
'Well, this is something on the same principle, except that it uses
legs instead of wheels.'
'Can that ere thing walk?'
'Yes, sir, and run, too; it traveled all the way from the Missouri
river to this place.'
The huge hunter turned upon him with a fierce expression.
'Yer can't fool this yar boss in that style.'
'Don't you believe me?' asked the boy, who was fearful of offending
the stranger.
'No, sar; not a word.'
'How do you suppose we got it here?'
'Fotched in a wagon.'
'Let me show you what be can do.'
He was about to step into the wagon, when the hunter stopped him.
'See hyar, younker, who mought yer be?'
The boy gave his name and residence.
'What yer doin' hyar?'
'I'm traveling with this machine of mine.'
'How do you git it along?'
'I was just going to show you when you stopped me.'
'Hold on; no need of bein' in a sweat about it. Do yer come alone?'
'No. I came with a hunter.'
'What war his name?'
'Baldy Bicknell.
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