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Show ][)0 TilE ADVE}lTURES OF IIUGI{LEBERRr· :PJ~~r...-_ They saicl, no, 'twas a false alann. "\\~ell,'' he :ays, " if they'd a ben some, I reckon I'd a got one.~' They all laughed, and Bob say \ I ~ ll: H ! I I ( I I I I ( d ~ \ I I (, l: ,, ~ ll ;..r_" . .... "BlT('K ." "\"rhy, Buck, th y might have scalped u all, you've been so slow in coming.~' "\\ ell, nobody come after me, and it ain't right. rn1 always kep' down ; I don't get no sho\v." "Never mind, Buck, my boy," says the old man, "you'll 16l have how enough, an in good tilnc, don t you fr t about that. Uo 'l ng with you ·n w, and do a your Jnoth r told you:' \rhcn we got up tair.: t hi ro 111 h g t 1ne a ar ·e shirt and a roundabout and pants of hi -. a11d l put t h m on. \\"h ilt· l wa at it he a ·k cl 1ne what n1y n~une wa ·, but b fore I could i 11 hi1n, he started t t "lling me about a blu jay and a young rabbit h had catched in th .woocl day h for y sL relay, and he a ked me wh rc J\f wa wh n the an<ll) w nt out. I ~;lid. I clilln't know; I hadn't h anl about it b fore, no way. '\V. 11, guess,' h ay .~ . "IIow'm I going to guc · ," "ay.· J, ' wh n I n cYcr h anl t. 11 a bout it before? " "But you can ern , , can •t you? It'~ ju. t a a ... y." " lVldch candl ? " I ·ay:s. " \\rhy, any candl ," h . ay . "I don't know wher hr wa ;' ,·ay.· l; "whcr ·was hr '! · " "'"'hy, h wa. in th <leu·!.·! Tlult': \vh r h wa ! " '• \Yell, if you knowed wh re h wa.:, what tlid you a k 111v for ? ., "Why, blaine it, it's a riddle, clon·L you .· c? iay, h w long are you going to , tay h r ? l"'ou g t to tay al-way.'. \\" e can just have boo1ning time '-they don't hav no hool 11 w. Do you own a dog? I've g t a d g- ancl h '11 g iu the ri \' r and bring out chip that you thro\v in. D y u like t comb up, Hunday , and all that kin<l of fo li hnc ,. ? )"on bet I don't, but rna . he make 1n . Con£ unu th e old 1 ritch s, I reckon I'd b tt r put 'en1 u, but I'd ruther not, it~ o warm. Arc y u all r ady? All right-co1ne along, ol<l ho ,. .'' ~old corn-pone, cold c rn-b ef, butt r and butter-milk · that is what they had for me down ther , and ther ain't nothing b tter that ever I've come a ros y t . Buck and hi rna and all of th m mok d cob pip s, except the nigger woman, which |