Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 12: what you’re looking at

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10 THE WRONG MAN “You're right there, Mr. Never-miss, I have seen some of his shots.” “ Let’s hear some of them, then,” said the hunter sneeringly, “The first time he ever took me out with him was when I was about six years old. I was very small of my age, hand- some and delicate as I am now, and he thought a great deal of me. Waal, we hadn’t been out more nor a couple of hours, when what do you suppose happened ?” “ How the deuce should I know ?” “ Waal, sir, a snow-storm came up, and it blew and snew awful—absolutely awful, Mr. Never-miss, so that I remember I asked dad if it didn’t seem as though we were inside of a feather-bed, crawling through it. What do you suppose my dad said, when I asked him that ?” “JT wan’t there, and can’t tell.” '“ Waal, sir, he didn’t say any thing—not a word. But he leaned up agin an apple-tree, and laughed till he shook all the apples off—” “Apples in snow time, eh, Mr. Peddler,” interrupted the hunter, with a curl of his lip.” “ Of course, such things sometimes happen in Connecticut. Waal, he laughed till he got nearly snowed under, and then he says: ‘Sonny, I thinks it’s time we was going hum, doesn’t you? and what answer, Mr. Never-miss, do you s’pose I made ?” “ Can’t tell, ’'m sure.” “J didn’t make any answer at all, not a word, except to say that I thought it pretty near time for us to think of tramp- ing for hum, and at that we started, with the blinding snow drifting in our faces.” “T don’t see as that has got any thing to do with your dad shooting so great.” . “ Fist hold on—hold on now, and I'll come to that bime-by. It is a bad practice to interrupt a person when he’s story-tell- ing. My teacher would never allow me to do it, when I was attending on school, and my dad wouldn't allow it when he was spinning His yarns.” “Go on, go on then, for heayen’s sake,” said the hunter, impatiently. “I see my deer has got away, and I'd as lief _ Sear you blow as any man.” ComicboOoks.conn