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were down at Plattsburgh last fall, and a big fellow who 

 had taken quite as much red eye as was for his good, under- 

 took to pick a quarrel with Hank and give him a beating. 

 Hank, as I said, being a peaceable man, and much more 

 given to fun than to fighting, kept good-natured, and 

 avoided a scrimmage as long as he could. But his patience 

 and his temper at last caved in, and seizing his opponent by 

 the neck with his left hand, and thrusting him down upon 

 the ground, he began very deliberately to cuff him with his 

 right, in a way that seemed anything but pleasant to the 

 individual upon whom his cuffs were bestowed. ' Enough ! 

 enough!' cried his assailant. 'Let up! enough! enough!' 

 ' Hold your tongue, you scoundrel !' replied Hank, as he 

 kept on pommeling his enemy, 'hold your tongue, I tell 

 you I You ain't a judge of these things! I'll let you know 

 when you've got enough.' When he'd given him what he 

 thought was about right, he lifted him on to his feet, and, 

 holding him up face to face with himself a moment, ' There,' 

 said he, ' look at me well, so that you'll know me when I 

 come this way again ; and when you see my trail, you'd 

 better travel some other road.' " 



"Speaking of Plattsburgh," said the Doctor, "reminds 

 me of an incident which occurred to a friend and myself, 

 over in the Chataugay woods, between the Cha/y and the 

 Upper Chataugay lakes* I was spending a few days at 

 Plattsburgh, and hearing a good deal of the trout and 

 deer in and about those lakes, my friend and myself con- 

 cluded to pay them a flying visit. On the banks of the 



