The Opossum 



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Orange Mountains, I came upon an old colored man 

 and a boy, who were carefully examining the trunk 

 of a tree. I asked them what they were hunting for. 

 "'Possum," was the short answer. 



"O LORD, UNCLE ROBERT, A 'POSSUM!" 



When the colored man, who, as I afterward learned, 

 was familiarly known as " Uncle Robert," found that I 

 was out after animal photographs, he granted me 

 the privilege of joining the party. 



