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joined the Yorkers, in laughing at me. * Come,' s _d 

 I, as I took him by the arm, ' go with me, and I'll 

 show you what a hunter can do.' We went up to 

 where the buck lay, and you ought to have seen the 

 old man's eyes open, as he rolled him over. 'Joe,' 

 said he, as he held out his hand, ' skin me, if you 

 haven't done it. I've been after that buck for two 

 years. Why, he's the old one of the Shatagee.' I 

 led him to where lay the painter, ' There,' said I, 'you 

 told me to kill a painter, and a big buck, and I've 

 done it.' The old man threw his arms around me, 

 and from that time, I was to him as a son. Many and 

 many's the time I've hearn him tell that story, and 

 been pointed out by him as the man that shot the 

 painter and the big buck." 



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