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Had
the
young
lady
paused
sooner
in
her
speech
,
she
would
not
have
received
an
immediate
reply
.
Even
as
it
was
,
some
seconds
elapsed
before
Zeb
made
rejoinder
.
He
stood
gazing
upon
her
,
as
if
struck
speechless
by
the
sheer
intensity
of
his
admiration
.
"
Lord
o
'
marcy
,
Miss
Lewaze
!
"
he
at
length
gasped
forth
,
"
I
thort
when
I
used
to
see
you
on
the
Massissippi
,
ye
war
the
puttiest
critter
on
the
airth
;
but
now
,
I
think
ye
the
puttiest
thing
eyther
on
airth
or
in
hewing
.
Geehosofat
!
"
The
old
hunter
's
praise
was
scarce
exaggerated
.
Fresh
from
the
toilette
,
the
gloss
of
her
luxuriant
hair
untarnished
by
the
notion
of
the
atmosphere
;
her
cheeks
glowing
with
a
carmine
tint
,
produced
by
the
application
of
cold
water
;
her
fine
figure
,
gracefully
draped
in
a
robe
of
India
muslin
--
white
and
semi-translucent
--
certainly
did
Louise
Poindexter
appear
as
pretty
as
anything
upon
earth
--
if
not
in
heaven
.
"
Geehosofat
!
"
again
exclaimed
the
hunter
,
following
up
his
complimentary
speech
,
"
I
hev
in
my
time
seed
what
I
thort
war
some
putty
critters
o
'
the
sheemale
kind
--
my
ole
'
ooman
herself
war
n't
so
bad-lookin
'
when
I
fast
kim
acrost
her
in
Kaintuck
--
thet
she
war
n't
.
But
I
will
say
this
,
Miss
Lewaze
:
ef
the
puttiest
bits
o
'
all
o
'
them
war
clipped
out
an
then
jeined
thegither
agin
,
they
wud
n't
make
up
the
thousanth
part
o
'
a
angel
sech
as
you
.
"
"
Oh
--
oh
--
oh
!
Mr
Stump
--
Mr
Stump
!
I
'm
astonished
to
hear
you
talk
in
this
manner
.
Texas
has
quite
turned
you
into
a
courtier
.
If
you
go
on
so
,
I
fear
you
will
lose
your
character
for
plain
speaking
!
After
that
I
am
sure
you
will
stand
in
need
of
a
very
big
drink
.
Haste
,
Morinda
!
I
think
you
said
you
would
prefer
whisky
?
"
"
Ef
I
did
n't
say
it
,
I
thunk
it
;
an
that
air
about
the
same
.
Yur
right
,
miss
,
I
prefar
the
corn
afore
any
o
'
them
thur
furrin
lickers
;
an
I
sticks
to
it
whuriver
I
kin
git
it
.
Texas
hai
n't
made
no
alterashun
in
me
in
the
matter
o
'
lickerin
'
.
"
"
Mass
'
Tump
,
you
it
hab
mix
wif
water
?
"
inquired
Florinda
,
coming
forward
with
a
tumbler
about
one-half
full
of
"
Monongahela
.
"
"
No
,
gurl
.
Durn
yur
water
!
I
hev
hed
enuf
o
'
thet
since
I
started
this
mornin
'
.
I
hai
n't
hed
a
taste
o
'
licker
the
hul
day
--
ne'er
as
much
as
the
smell
o
'
it
.
"
"
Dear
Mr
Stump
!
surely
you
ca
n't
drink
it
that
way
?
Why
,
it
will
burn
your
throat
!
Have
a
little
sugar
,
or
honey
,
along
with
it
?
"
"
Speil
it
,
miss
.
