The Opossum ya 
Orange Mountains, I came upon an old colored man 
and a boy, who were carefully examining the trunk 
of a tree. J asked them what they were hunting for. 
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“?Possum,”’ was the short answer. 
“OQ Lorp, UNCLE ROBERT, A ’PossuM!’’ 
When the colored man, who, as I afterward learned, 
was familiarly known as “Uncle Robert,” found that I 
was out after animal photographs, he granted me 
the privilege of joining the party. 
