'How is it they don't shoot us?' asked Hopkins; 'we can't git out of
their way, and they've got us in fair range.'
'What's the use of doin' that? Ef they kill us, that'll be the end
on't; but ef they put thar claws on us, they've got us sure, and can
have a good time toastin' us while they yelp and dance around.'
All shuddered at the fearful picture drawn by the hunter.
'Jerusalem! don't I wish I was to hum in Connecticut!'
'And it's myself that would be plaised to be sitting in the parlor at
Ballyduff wid me own Bridget Moghlaghigbogh, listenin' while she
breathed swate vows, after making her supper upon praties and inions.'
'I think I'd ruther be hyar,' was the commentary of the trapper upon
the expressed wish of the Irishman.
'Why can't yees touch up the staammau, and make him hop owver them
shtones?' asked Mickey, turning toward the boy, whom, it was noted,
appeared to be in deep reverie again.
Not until he was addressed several times did he look up. Then he
merely shook his head, to signify that the thing was impossible.
'Any fool might know better than that.' remarked the Yankee, 'for if
he could jump over, where would be the wagon?'
'That 'ud foller, av coorse.
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