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We might have hunted all the Season thro' 



For Half this Game, and thought ourselves well paid. 



Honnyman. By Jove, we might, and been at great Expense 

 Eor Lead and Powder ; here's a single Siiot. 



Orshoitrn. I swear, I have got as much as I can carry. 



Honnyman. And faith, I'm not behind ; this Pack is heavy. 

 But stop ; we must conceal the tawny Dogs, 

 Or their bloodthirsty Countrymen will find them. 

 And then we're bit. There'll be the Devil to pay ; 

 They'll murder us, and cheat the Hangman too. 



Orsbonrn. Right. We'll prevent all Mischief of this Klind. 

 Where shall we hide their savage Carcases ? 



Honnyman. There they will lie conceal'd and snug enough. 



[ They cover them. 

 But stay — perhaps ere long there'll be a War, 

 And then their Scalps will ssell for ready Cash, 

 Two Hundred Crowns at least, and that's worth saving. 



Orsbourn Well ! that is true ; no sooner said than done — 



[Drawing his Knife. 

 I'll strip this Eellow's painted greasy Skull. [Strips off the Scalp. 



Honnyman. Now let them sleep to Night without their Caps, 



[Takes the other Scalp. 

 And pleasant Dreams attend their long Eepose. 



Orsbourn. Their Guns and Hatchets now are lawful Prize, 

 For they'll not need them on their present Journey. 



Honnyman. The Devil hates Arms, and dreads the Smell of Powder; 

 He'll not allow such Instruments about him ; 

 They're free from training now, they're in his Clutches. 



Orsbourn. But, Honnyman, d'ye think this is not Murder ? 

 I vow I'm shocked a little to see them scalp'd, 

 And fear their Ghosts will haunt us in the Dark. 



Honnyman. It's no more Murder than to crack a Louse. 

 That is, if you've the Wit to keep it private. 

 And as to Haunting, Indians have no Ghosts, 

 But as they live like Beasts, like Beasts they die. 

 I've killed a Dozen in this selfsame Way, 

 And never yet was troubled with their Spirits. 



Orsbourn. Tlien I'm content; my Scruples are removed. 

 And what I've done, my Conscience justifies. 

 But we must have these Guns and Hatchets alter'd, 

 Or they'll detect th' Affair, and hang us both. 



Honnyman. That's quickly done — Let us with Speed return, 

 And think no more of being hang'd or haunted ; 

 But turn our Fur to Gold, our Gold to Wine, 

 Thus gaily spend what we've so slily won, 

 And Bless the first Inventor of a Gun. [Exeunt. 



