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On
close
scrutiny
,
however
,
could
be
detected
an
underlying
stratum
of
quiet
humour
;
and
in
the
twinkle
of
a
small
greyish
eye
there
was
evidence
that
its
owner
could
keenly
relish
a
joke
,
or
,
at
times
,
perpetrate
one
.
The
Irishman
had
pronounced
his
name
:
it
was
Zebulon
Stump
,
or
"
Old
Zeb
Stump
,
"
as
he
was
better
known
to
the
very
limited
circle
of
his
acquaintances
.
"
Kaintuck
,
by
birth
an
raisin
'
,
"
--
as
he
would
have
described
himself
,
if
asked
the
country
of
his
nativity
--
he
had
passed
the
early
part
of
his
life
among
the
primeval
forests
of
the
Lower
Mississippi
--
his
sole
calling
that
of
a
hunter
;
and
now
,
at
a
later
period
,
he
was
performing
the
same
métier
in
the
wilds
of
south-western
Texas
.
The
behaviour
of
the
staghound
,
as
it
bounded
before
him
,
exhibiting
a
series
of
canine
welcomes
,
told
of
a
friendly
acquaintance
between
Zeb
Stump
and
Maurice
the
mustanger
.
"
Evenin
'
!
"
laconically
saluted
Zeb
,
as
his
tail
figure
shadowed
the
cabin
door
.
"
Good
evening
'
,
Mr
Stump
!
"
rejoined
the
owner
of
the
hut
,
rising
to
receive
him
.
"
Step
inside
,
and
take
a
seat
!
"
The
hunter
accepted
the
invitation
;
and
,
making
a
single
stride
across
the
floor
,
after
some
awkward
manoeuvring
,
succeeded
in
planting
himself
on
the
stool
lately
occupied
by
Phelim
.
The
lowness
of
the
seat
brought
his
knees
upon
a
level
with
his
chin
,
the
tall
rifle
rising
like
a
pikestaff
several
feet
above
his
head
.
"
Durn
stools
,
anyhow
!
"
muttered
he
,
evidently
dissatisfied
with
the
posture
;
"
an
'
churs
,
too
,
for
thet
matter
.
I
likes
to
plant
my
starn
upon
a
log
:
thur
ye
've
got
somethin'
under
ye
as
ai
n't
like
to
guv
way
.
"
"
Try
that
,
"
said
his
host
,
pointing
to
the
leathern
portmanteau
in
the
corner
:
"
you
'll
find
it
a
firmer
seat
.
"
