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to 've made up his mind to stay there as long as we stayed 

 on the log, be the same more or less. We'd sat there may- 

 be an hour, when I happened to think of a trolliu' line and 

 some fishhooks I had in my pocket, and it came across me 

 that possibly I might fish up my powder horn. So tyin' 

 half a dozen hooks to the end of my line, I laid down on the 

 log to angle for my powder-horn. When I laid down, the 

 old bull made a pass under the log, as if he expected me 

 down there, and charged back again, as if he was disap- 

 pointed in not runnin' agin me. But he saw 'twan't no use, 

 and took his old stand agin. I dropped down the grapnel, 

 and after a great many failures, I hooked into the string of 

 the powder horn, and hoisted away. I hauled it up mighty 

 quick, for the old bull seemed to be suspicious that some- 

 thing was goin' on that might have something to do with 

 his futer happiness, and when he got sight of it, the pass he 

 made was a thing to stand out of the way of. But he was 

 too late ; the powder-horn was safe, and I notified him, as 

 Squire Smith did the cats, to leave them parts in just one 

 minute by the clock. He did'nt pay any attention to the 

 waruin'. I loaded my rifle carefully, and while I was put- 

 tin' on the cap, asked the gentleman if he calculated to 

 move on, and let peaceable people alone. He didn't conde- 

 scend to answer a word, looking for all the world like a 

 tiger in savageness. ' Very well/ said I, as I sighted him 

 between the eyes, ' on your head be it,' and pulled. The 

 ball went crashin' through his skull into his brain, and he 

 went down. Crop knew what that meant. He didn't wait 



