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having put the river between themselves and him, 

 would not mind his horn !" 



" Any blood on the trail ?" 



" None, sir." 



" Any marrow ?" said another. 



The drivers, smothering a laugh, wheel off to 

 the rear without reply ; and, to this day, the spot 

 where this remarkable shot was made (and the log 

 is still there to mark it) is called, the Marrow 

 Stand! 



The high tone of excitement, that had thus far 

 buoyed us up, was now gone. "We could not 

 descend from the chorus of the full band, to the 

 piping of the thin straggling cry ; nor stoop 

 from bears, and bloodless bucks, to chase, per- 

 haps, a raccoon or a fox ! so we adjourned to din- 

 ner ! when, though we eat not, nor drank, like 

 Homer's heroes, we doubtless played our parts 

 without reproach ; until at length (to use the strong 

 antique expression), "the rage of hunger being 

 satisfied," we set ourselves to muse, to speculate, 

 and to jest, over the events of the day. 



" Apropos of marrow," said C. ; " that buck 

 must have been well supplied, or it would have 

 leaked off in so long a run !" 



" N o more of that, Hal, if thou lovest me," said 

 the Laird. 



