Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 11: what you’re looking at

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4 CONNECTICUT HUNTER. 9 provincial twang, which made it evident the epithet of Yankee had no’ been misapplied. He was a tall, stout young man, with a good-humored countenance, and a shrewd, knowing look, somewhat approaching to an expression of’ cunning. His florid cheeks proved that he was not a permanent denizen of the western country, the inhabitants of which, at that period, were generally marked by a more sallow complexion. He held in his hand a willow staff, just taken from the tree, and as he walked slowly along the beach, seemed busily engaged in cutting a spiral strip from its bark, while a smirk on his broad face denoted that he was satisfied with his attempt at wit. A scowl was upon the hunter’s brow, as he “You had better mind your cart and tin-pans, Mr. Peddler, and not come cavorting about me; else you'll find I'm marks- man enough for you.” . “Du tell,” replied the Yankee, whittling as coolly as ever. “Perhaps you've never heern how we Yankees np in Con- necticut shoot, did you ?” “No; but I'l swear it ain’t much shooting.” “ You’a swear to a lie, then, that’s al. Why, you,” said the peddler, looking up with a beaming countenance, “my dad was one of the greatest shots that the world ever seen. He was ninety-seven years old when he died, and I remember y before he was out huntin’ till dark.” id he shoot any thing ?” any thing? You'd better believe he did. It took o span of oxen a week to bring in the animiles he t down that day. My uncle tried to count the bears deers and turkeys that we found, but, as he never learnt to count more’n a hundred, he had to give it up before he got half through.” “ Great dad he must ’ve been; think he might have made something better than a tin peddler of his son.” Without noticing the insinuation, the personage spoken td “ He was a great dad, indeed. I always felt proud of him. He used to take me out huntin’ with him sometimes.” | “He did eh? Then perhaps you see’d some of his great shots” comnliclooks.conn