118 WILD 6POKTS IN THE SOUTH. 



" Wall, that's so," said Mike. 



The evening promised a rainy day for the morrow, 

 and therefore it was arranged that Mike and I should 

 have a still hunt while Jackson would ride down to the 

 coast to see to some stores that had been promised to be 

 landed at a given point by a boat from St. Mark's. 



" I think I will stay home to-morrow and set up some 

 birds," said the Doctor. 



" You had better let >em slide, Poke," I remarked hi 

 a low tone. 



" Never you mind," answered the Doctor, with a low 

 laugh. " A man's a man for a' that and a' that." 



The negroes were turned out of the cabin, the fire was 

 covered, and in three minutes, oblivious of rain or deer, 

 all were in the " land o' dreams." 



