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"You are afraid, you rascal! you have only to 

 swim the canal and then " 



" Got maussa," said Eobin, as he looked ruefully 

 over the field of his proposed missionary labors; 

 " if he be water, I swim ? um if he be bog, I bog 

 'um if he be brier, I kratch tru um but who 

 de debble, but otter, no so alligator, go tru all tree 

 one time !" 



The thought was just stealing its way into my 

 mind, that under the excitement of my feelings, I 

 was giving an order that I might have hesitated 

 personally to execute, when the cry of the hounds, 

 lately so clamorous, totally ceased. " There," cried 

 I, in the disappointed tone of a sportsman who had 

 lost a fine buck, "save your skin, you loitering 

 rascal ! You may sleep where you sit, for by this 

 time they have eaten him sure enough." This con- 

 clusion was soon overset by the solitary cry of 

 Euler, which was now heard, half a mile to the left 

 of the scene of the late uproar. 



" Again ! "What is this ? It is the cry of Euler ! 

 ho ! I understand it the deer is not eaten, but has 

 taken the canal and the nose of that prince of 

 hounds, has scented him down the running stream. 

 Aye, aye, he makes for the wood and now to 

 cut him off." JSTo sooner said than done. I gave 

 the spur to my horse, and shot off accordingly ; but 



