until we began to skirt Cubby Hollow, when he 

 suddenly brought himself up with a snap. 



It was Calamity "talkiii' in one of her tongues." 

 The short, sharp bark came down from the fence 

 at the brow of the hill. Uncle Jethro listened. 



" Filing through the corn-stubs." 



"Jis squirrel-talk, dat. She. '11 talk possum 

 by-um-bit, she will. Ain't no possum-dog in des 

 diggin's kin talk possum wid C'lamity. An' 

 w'en she talk possum, ol' man possum gotter 

 listen. Sell C'lamity? Dat dog can't be bought, 

 she can't." 



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