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On
seeing
him
thus
,
Zeb
Stump
also
came
to
a
stand
.
Had
it
been
many
another
man
,
the
same
might
have
been
said
of
his
hair
;
and
it
is
not
to
be
denied
,
that
the
old
hunter
was
at
that
moment
,
as
he
acknowledged
himself
,
"
a
spell
shaky
'
beout
the
narves
.
"
He
was
firm
enough
,
however
,
to
carry
out
the
purpose
that
had
prompted
him
to
seek
that
singular
interview
;
which
was
,
to
discover
whether
he
had
to
deal
with
a
human
being
,
or
the
devil
!
In
an
instant
his
rifle
was
at
his
shoulder
,
his
eye
glancing
along
the
barrel
;
the
sights
,
by
the
help
of
a
brilliant
moonlight
,
bearing
upon
the
heart
of
the
Headless
Horseman
.
In
another
,
a
bullet
would
have
been
through
it
;
but
for
a
thought
that
just
then
flashed
across
the
brain
of
the
backwoodsman
.
Maybe
he
was
about
to
commit
murder
?
At
the
thought
he
lowered
the
muzzle
of
his
piece
,
and
remained
for
a
time
undecided
.
"
It
mout
be
a
man
?
"
muttered
he
,
"
though
it
do
n't
look
like
it
air
.
Thur
ai
n't
room
enuf
for
a
head
under
that
ere
Mexikin
blanket
,
no
how
.
Ef
it
be
a
human
critter
he
hev
got
a
tongue
I
reck
'n
,
though
he
ai
n't
much
o
'
a
head
to
hold
it
in
.
Hilloo
stronger
!
Ye
're
out
for
a
putty
lateish
ride
,
ai
n't
ye
?
Hai
n't
yo
forgot
to
fetch
yur
head
wi
ye
?
"
There
was
no
reply
.
The
horse
snorted
,
on
hearing
the
voice
.
That
was
all
.
"
Lookee
hyur
,
strenger
!
Ole
Zeb
Stump
from
the
State
o
'
Kintucky
,
air
the
individooal
who
's
now
speakin
'
to
ye
.
He
ai
n't
one
o
'
thet
sort
ter
be
trifled
wi
'
.
Do
n't
try
to
kum
none
o
'
yer
damfoolery
over
this
hyur
coon
.
I
warn
ye
to
declur
yur
game
.
