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joined the Yorkers, in laughing at me. ' Come,' said 

 I, as I took him bj the arm, ' go with me, and I'll 

 show you what a hunter can do.' We went up to 

 where the buck lay, and you ought to have seen the 

 old man*s eje& open, as he rolled him over. ' Joe,' 

 said he, as he held out his hand, * skin me, if yea 

 haven't done it I've been after that buck for two 

 years. Why, he's the old one of the Shatagee.' I 

 led him to where lay the painter, ' There,' said I, 'you 

 told me to kill a painter, and a big buck, and I've 

 done it.' The old man threw his arms around me, 

 and from that time, I was to him as a son. Many and 

 many's the time I've hearn him tell that story, and 

 been pointed out by him as the man that shot the 

 painter and the big buck." 



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