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The
latter
,
however
,
did
not
fail
to
perceive
that
the
sorrel
was
out
of
sorts
:
for
the
animal
,
on
finding
itself
released
,
stood
shivering
in
the
stall
,
gazing
around
in
a
sort
of
woe-begone
wonder
after
the
rough
treatment
,
to
which
he
had
been
submitted
.
"
Gorramity
!
"
exclaimed
the
black
,
"
what
am
de
matter
wif
de
ole
hoss
?
Ho
!
ho
!
he
look
like
he
wa
afeerd
ob
you
,
Mass
Tump
!
"
"
Oh
,
ye-es
!
"
drawled
Zeb
,
with
seeming
carelessness
.
"
I
reck
'n
he
air
a
bit
afeerd
.
He
war
makin
'
to
get
at
my
ole
maar
,
so
I
gied
him
a
larrup
or
two
wi
'
the
eend
o
'
my
trail
rope
.
Thet
's
what
has
rousted
him
.
"
Pluto
was
perfectly
satisfied
with
the
explanation
,
and
the
subject
was
permitted
to
drop
.
"
Look
hyur
,
Plute
!
"
said
Zeb
,
starting
another
.
"
Who
does
the
shoein
'
o
'
yur
cattle
?
Thars
some
o
'
the
hands
air
a
smith
,
I
reck
'n
?
"
"
Ho
!
ho
!
Dat
dere
am
.
Yella
Jake
he
do
shoein
'
.
Fo
what
you
ask
,
Mass
Tump
?
"
"
Wal
;
I
war
thinkin
'
o
'
havin
'
a
kupple
o
'
shoes
put
on
the
hind
feet
o
'
the
maar
.
I
reck
'n
Jake
ud
do
it
for
me
.
"
"
Ho
!
ho
!
he
do
it
wif
a
thousan
'
welkim
--
dat
he
will
,
I
's
e
shoo
.
"
"
Questyun
is
,
kin
I
spare
the
time
to
wait
.
How
long
do
it
take
him
to
put
on
a
kupple
?
"
"
Lor
,
Mass
Tamp
,
berry
short
while
.
Jake
fust-rate
han
'
lit
de
bizness
.
Ebberybody
say
so
.
"
