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Old
Zeb
,
adopting
the
suggestion
,
unfolded
the
zigzag
of
his
colossal
carcase
,
and
transferred
it
to
the
trunk
.
"
On
foot
,
Mr
Stump
,
as
usual
?
"
"
No
:
I
got
my
old
critter
out
thur
,
tied
to
a
saplin
'
.
I
wa
'n'
t
a
huntin
'
.
"
"
You
never
hunt
on
horseback
,
I
believe
?
"
"
I
shed
be
a
greenhorn
if
I
dud
.
Anybody
as
goes
huntin
'
a
hossback
must
be
a
durnation
fool
!
"
"
But
it
's
the
universal
fashion
in
Texas
!
"
"
Univarsal
or
no
,
it
air
a
fool
's
fashion
--
a
durned
lazy
fool
's
fashion
!
I
kill
more
meat
in
one
day
afut
,
then
I
ked
in
a
hul
week
wi
'
a
hoss
atween
my
legs
.
I
do
n't
misdoubt
that
a
hoss
air
the
best
thing
for
you
--
bein
'
as
yur
game
's
entire
different
.
But
when
ye
go
arter
baar
,
or
deer
,
or
turkey
eyther
,
ye
wo
n't
see
much
o
'
them
,
trampin
'
about
through
the
timmer
a
hossback
,
an
scarrin
'
everythin
'
es
hes
got
ears
'
ithin
the
circuit
o
'
a
mile
.
As
for
hosses
,
I
shod
n't
be
bothered
wi
'
ne'er
a
one
no
how
,
ef
twa
'n'
t
for
packin
'
the
meat
:
thet
's
why
I
keep
my
ole
maar
.
"
"
She
's
outside
,
you
say
?
Let
Phelim
take
her
round
to
the
shed
.
You
'll
stay
all
night
?
"
"
I
kim
for
that
purpiss
.
But
ye
need
n't
trouble
about
the
maar
:
she
air
hitched
safe
enuf
.
I
'll
let
her
out
on
the
laryitt
,
afore
I
take
to
grass
.
"
