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The
old
hunter
never
did
things
in
a
hurry
.
Even
his
style
of
drinking
was
not
an
exception
;
and
although
there
was
no
time
wasted
,
he
quaffed
the
Monongahela
in
a
formal
leisurely
manner
.
The
Creole
,
impatient
to
hear
what
he
had
to
relate
,
did
not
wait
for
him
to
resume
speech
.
"
Tell
me
,
dear
Zeb
,
"
said
she
,
after
directing
her
maid
to
withdraw
,
"
why
have
they
arrested
this
Mexican
--
Miguel
Diaz
I
mean
?
I
think
I
know
something
of
the
man
.
I
have
reasons
.
"
"
An
'
you
ai
n't
the
only
purson
may
hev
reezuns
for
knowin
'
him
,
Miss
Lewaze
.
Yur
brother
--
but
never
mind
'
beout
that
--
leastwise
not
now
.
What
Zeb
Stump
do
know
,
or
strongly
surspect
,
air
,
thet
this
same-mentioned
Migooel
Dee-ez
hev
had
somethin'
to
do
wi
'
--
You
know
what
I
'm
refarrin
'
to
?
"
"
Go
on
,
Mr
Stump
!
"
"
Wal
,
the
story
air
this
.
Arter
we
kim
from
the
Alamo
Crik
,
the
fellurs
that
went
in
sarch
o
'
them
Injuns
,
foun
'
out
they
wa
n't
Injuns
at
all
.
Ye
hev
heern
that
yurself
.
From
the
fixins
that
war
diskevered
in
the
holler
tree
,
it
air
clur
that
what
we
seed
on
the
Bluff
war
a
party
o
'
whites
.
I
hed
a
surspishun
o
'
t
myself
--
soon
as
I
seed
them
curds
they
'd
left
ahint
'em
in
the
shanty
.
"
"
It
was
the
same
,
then
,
who
visited
the
jacalé
at
night
--
the
same
Phalim
saw
?
"
"
Ne'er
a
doubt
o
'
it
.
Them
same
Mexikins
.
"
"
What
reason
have
you
to
think
they
were
Mexicans
?
"
"
The
best
o
'
all
reezuns
.
I
foun
'
'em
out
to
be
;
traced
the
hul
kit
o
'
'em
to
thur
caché
.
"
