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Lard
!
wud
n't
it
poison
yez
?
"
"
Pisen
be
durned
!
Did
n't
I
cut
the
pisen
out
,
soon
's
I
killed
the
critter
,
by
cuttin
'
off
o
'
its
head
?
"
"
Trath
!
an
for
all
that
,
I
wud
n't
ate
a
morsel
av
it
,
if
I
was
starvin
'
.
"
"
Sturve
,
an
be
durned
to
ye
!
Who
axes
ye
to
eet
it
.
I
only
want
ye
to
toat
it
home
.
Kum
then
,
an
do
as
I
tell
ye
;
or
dog-goned
,
ef
I
do
n't
make
ye
eet
the
head
o
'
the
reptile
,
--
pisen
,
fangs
an
all
!
"
"
Be
japers
,
Misther
Stump
,
I
did
n't
mane
to
disobey
you
at
all
--
at
all
.
Shure
it
's
Phaylim
O'Nale
that
's
reddy
to
do
your
biddin
'
anyhow
.
I
'm
wid
ye
for
fwhativer
yez
want
;
aven
to
swallowin
the
snake
whole
.
Saint
Pathrick
forgive
me
!
"
"
Saint
Patrick
be
durned
!
Kum
along
!
"
Phelim
made
no
farther
remonstrance
;
but
,
striking
into
the
tracks
of
the
backwoodsman
,
followed
him
through
the
wood
.
*
*
*
Isidora
entered
the
hut
;
advanced
towards
the
invalid
reclining
upon
his
couch
;
with
fierce
fondness
kissed
his
fevered
brow
,
fonder
and
fiercer
kissed
his
unconscious
lips
;
and
then
recoiled
from
them
,
as
if
she
had
been
stung
by
a
scorpion
!
Worse
than
scorpion
's
sting
was
that
which
had
caused
her
to
spring
back
.
