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He
kept
round
by
the
rear
--
so
as
to
avail
himself
of
the
cover
afforded
by
the
trees
;
and
at
length
,
having
crouched
into
the
horse-shed
at
the
back
,
he
knelt
down
and
listened
.
There
was
an
opening
before
his
eyes
;
where
one
of
the
split
posts
had
been
pushed
out
of
place
,
and
the
skin
tapestry
torn
off
.
He
saw
this
with
some
surprise
;
but
,
before
he
could
shape
any
conjecture
as
to
its
cause
,
his
ears
were
saluted
with
a
sonorous
breathing
,
that
came
out
through
the
aperture
.
There
was
also
a
snore
,
which
he
fancied
he
could
recognise
,
as
proceeding
from
Irish
nostrils
.
A
glance
through
the
opening
settled
the
point
.
The
sleeper
was
Phelim
.
There
was
an
end
to
the
necessity
for
stealthy
manoeuvring
.
The
hunter
rose
to
his
feet
,
and
stepping
round
to
the
front
,
entered
by
the
door
--
which
he
found
unbolted
.
He
made
no
attempt
to
rouse
the
sleeper
,
until
after
he
had
taken
stock
of
the
paraphernalia
upon
the
floor
.
"
Thur
's
been
packin
'
up
for
some
purpiss
,
"
he
observed
,
after
a
cursory
glance
.
"
Ah
!
Now
I
reccollex
.
The
young
fellur
sayed
he
war
goin
'
to
make
a
move
from
hyur
some
o
'
these
days
.
Thet
ere
anymal
air
not
only
soun
'
asleep
,
but
dead
drunk
.
Sartin
he
air
--
drunk
as
Backis
.
I
kin
tell
that
by
the
smell
o
'
him
.
I
wonder
if
he
hev
left
any
o
'
the
licker
?
It
air
dewbious
.
Not
a
drop
,
dog-gone
him
!
Thur
's
the
jar
,
wi
'
the
stop
plug
out
o
'
it
,
lyin
'
on
its
side
;
an
thur
's
the
flask
,
too
,
in
the
same
preedikamint
--
both
on
'em
fall
o
'
empiness
.
Durn
him
for
a
drunken
cuss
!
He
kin
suck
up
as
much
moister
as
a
chalk
purayra
.
"
Spanish
curds
!
A
hul
pack
on
'em
scattered
abeout
the
place
.
What
kin
he
ha
'
been
doin
'
wi
'
them
?
S'pose
he
's
been
havin
'
a
game
o
'
sollatury
along
wi
'
his
licker
.
"
"
But
what
's
cut
the
hole
in
the
door
,
an
why
's
the
tother
broken
out
at
the
back
?
I
reckon
he
kin
tell
.
I
'll
roust
him
,
an
see
.
Pheelum
!
Pheelum
!
"
Phelim
made
no
reply
.
