1 42 ANGEY. 



seemed to satisfy him, for he asked me to come 

 into the shanty, where he gave me a glass of peach 

 brandy, and we both lit our pipes and smoked 

 together. After that he put me a mile on my road, 

 and we parted as neighbours ought to part. 



' From that time it was extraordinary, but all 

 the game was to be found between his homestead 

 and mine at least I invariably hunted in that 

 direction. And I always got more than I wanted, 

 for my appetite seemed to have fallen off lately. 

 So, not to waste good food, I never passed without 

 leaving some at the old man's shanty. But as he 

 was always in the way, I never could get to have 

 a word with Angey alone. 



'In this way did time pass for three or four 

 months. The corn had been gathered, and winter 

 was pretty close at hand. Turkeys were plentiful 

 down in the bottom lands, for there had been a 

 heavy fall of mast that year. 



' I took my rifle after breakfast, and went to look 

 for game. Before an hour was over I had killed a 

 pair of splendid gobblers, one of which I hung in a 

 fork of a tree, while with the other I turned my steps 

 towards my neighbour's shanty. As I approached 

 the house, I saw Angey busy husking corn. She sat 

 out on the stoop, and the house-dog lay at her feet. 

 By this time he knew me well, and never uttered a 

 growl or bark as I approached. When I was close 

 by, I stood, unseen, looking at her. If before I 

 thought her pretty, now I thought her perfection. 



