Pulp Fiction, 1908 · page 21 of 100
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= “They are rarely fouttd v up among the riounieliiikg we andi: often meet with the other species on the prairies. It was.only ' week before last, that Maggie was picking berries,.and, befors | abe knew, came right un one,” _ | “You don’t say!’ exelaimed Halleck,. in consternation. “What did he do?” . “T don’t know which was the most. frightened, the bear or thé girl, They both ran, at the top of their speed, from each other. By the way, ’Dolphus, how would you like’a piece of cooked bear's meat ?” “Don’t mention it. I would rather eat-a mule or a horse.” * «Phey have @-rather 2 taste ; there is no question about that.” “7 should think they would, indced: Wemight expect the game of any unclean animal. Fancy me making a meat out of Sampson, that we have in New York, the grizzly that waa the cause of old Grizzly Adams’ death.” “You will soon get used to the Indians, and would scon acquire a relish for bear steak.” “Mrs. Brainerd, I will thank you for a small piece of that meat. Iam imnsually hungry to-night,’ said the artist, and then, addressing Uncle John again: “Tt seems impossible to agree upon any thing. I do not doubt but what I shall become accustomed to some things; but there are others, such as eating bear’s meat, which—get out.” “Don’t you imagine, now, if it were well cooked, and placed before you,” asked young Brainerd, with a quiet*smule, — “that you might.digest a portion ?” “Tf I were a Digger Indian, I suppose might; but as 1 am not, the thing is altogether out of the question.” “Do you think you could tell the taste of the article?” : < pursued Uncle John, to whom the subject seemed -one of peculiar pleasure, “if you should taste it without being. told.”. — ¥, “Do I know the. taste. of Croton, or of aqua-fortis? De you suppose I could put a drop upon my tongue without being. conscious of it?” “Let. me help you to a litle more of. this meat,” said Mes Brainerd, in her mild, persuasive tones,.a. she reached for aay artis’ 3 plate. : Gomichbooks (E(0)