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"
Not
a
bit
of
a
dhrame
,
masther
:
it
was
a
raal
sarpint
.
Be
me
sowl
,
I
'm
shure
of
it
!
"
"
I
reck
'n
thur
's
been
snake
,
"
drily
remarked
the
hunter
.
"
Let
's
see
if
we
kin
track
it
up
.
Kewrious
it
air
,
too
.
Thur
's
a
hair
rope
all
roun
'
the
house
.
Wonder
how
the
varmint
could
ha
'
crossed
thet
?
Thur
--
thur
it
is
!
"
The
hunter
,
as
he
spoke
,
pointed
to
a
corner
of
the
cabin
,
where
the
serpent
was
seen
spirally
coiled
.
"
Only
a
chicken
!
"
he
continued
:
"
no
more
harm
in
it
than
in
a
suckin
'
dove
.
It
ked
n't
ha
'
bit
ye
,
Mister
Pheelum
;
but
we
'll
put
it
past
bitin
'
,
anyhow
"
Saying
this
,
the
hunter
seized
the
snake
in
his
hands
;
and
,
raising
it
aloft
,
brought
it
down
upon
the
floor
of
the
cabin
with
a
"
thwank
"
that
almost
deprived
it
of
the
power
of
motion
.
"
Thru
now
,
Mister
Pheelum
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
giving
it
the
finishing
touch
with
the
heel
of
his
heavy
boot
,
"
ye
may
go
back
to
yur
bed
agin
,
an
sleep
'
ithout
fear
o
'
bein
'
disturbed
till
the
mornin
'
--
leastwise
,
by
snakes
.
"
Kicking
the
defunct
reptile
before
him
,
Zeb
Stump
strode
out
of
the
hut
,
gleefully
chuckling
to
himself
,
as
,
for
the
third
time
,
he
extended
his
colossal
carcase
along
the
sward
.
The
killing
of
the
snake
appeared
to
be
the
cue
for
a
general
return
to
quiescence
.
The
howlings
of
the
hound
ceased
with
those
of
the
henchman
.
The
mustangs
once
more
stood
silent
under
the
shadowy
trees
.
Inside
the
cabin
the
only
noise
heard
was
an
occasional
shuffling
,
when
Phelim
,
no
longer
feeling
confidence
in
the
protection
of
his
cabriesto
,
turned
restlessly
on
his
horseskin
.
Outside
also
there
was
but
one
sound
,
to
disturb
the
stillness
though
its
intonation
was
in
striking
contrast
with
that
heard
within
.
It
might
have
been
likened
to
a
cross
between
the
grunt
of
an
alligator
and
the
croaking
of
a
bull-frog
;
but
proceeding
,
as
it
did
,
from
the
nostrils
of
Zeb
Stump
,
it
could
only
be
the
snore
of
the
slumbering
hunter
.
Its
sonorous
fulness
proved
him
to
be
soundly
asleep
.
