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voice, that " 'T was mighty hones' like 

 in th' young man teh afess he hed n't 

 shooted from th' machine afore." 



It was evident that Seth had won the 

 old bayman completely. " He 's got a 

 bad eye fer ducks an' ken shoot better 'n 

 eny o' them braggin' sort o' fellers es 

 comes out here gunnin' in th' Great 

 South Bay unct in a while," said the old 

 man, levelling his glass once more in the 

 direction of Seth and the battery. 



" He be th' kind o' man I likes a true 

 spor'sman from th' word go. He 'd be 

 this 'ere much ef he could n't es much 

 es hit stool birds. 'T ain't ne'ssary teh 

 kill teh be th' right sort enyway. I 

 knows a plenty o' good an' true spor's- 

 men es could n't hit a hull bunch o' stool 

 ten feet erway. I likes a spor'sman in 

 eny shape good shot or not but I 

 kent stan' th' pretender man, an' I ken 

 pick out th' spor'sman from th' pretender 

 feller et a glance. I 'm a-down on th' 

 feller es tries teh deceive me. I beant 



