230 WITH THE WOODLANDERS. 



" Oh ! couldn't I ? " 



" Well now, look here, I'm goin' to load her light 

 for ye ; there she is, full-coeked. Do ye seen them 

 yaller-hammers ? " 



" Not now, I don't." 



4 'How's that?" 



" Why, ain't they flew frum the hedge into the 

 weeds in the field?" 



" Now look here if you gives me any more o' 

 that, you young imp, I'll trim an ash sucker for ye, 

 jest for ye to see how ye like that. Here ye are, 

 walk 'em up, give 'em fair rise ; and, don't kill 'em 

 <M." 



The rip snaked up, the birds rose, and down 

 dropped a fine cock yellow-hammer. 



" You're a nice un : now come here and tell me what 

 you had that larrupping for, three weeks back." 



"Well, you knows Josher's p'inter?" 



"What p'inter?" 



" Why, Josher's weathercock p'inter, what my 

 father drawed an' cut out o' copper, an' painted 

 natural as life. Larry's father's orchard is at the 

 back o' his place ; there was him, an' * Loader,' an' 

 ' Finny,' an' ' Genus,' an' me. Larry got the gun, an' 



