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It
air
sweet
enuf
'
ithout
that
sort
o
'
docterin
'
;
's
pecially
arter
you
hev
looked
inter
the
glass
.
Yu
'll
see
ef
I
ca
n't
drink
it
.
Hyur
goes
to
try
!
"
The
old
hunter
raised
the
tumbler
to
his
chin
;
and
after
giving
three
gulps
,
and
the
fraction
of
a
fourth
,
returned
it
empty
into
the
hands
of
Florinda
.
A
loud
smacking
of
the
lips
almost
drowned
the
simultaneous
exclamations
of
astonishment
uttered
by
the
young
lady
and
her
maid
.
"
Burn
my
throat
,
ye
say
?
Ne'er
a
bit
.
It
hez
jest
eiled
thet
ere
jugewlar
,
an
put
it
in
order
for
a
bit
o
'
a
palaver
I
wants
to
hev
wi
'
yur
father
--
'
bout
thet
ere
spotty
mow-stang
.
"
"
Oh
,
true
!
I
had
forgotten
.
No
,
I
had
n't
either
;
but
I
did
not
suppose
you
had
time
to
have
news
of
it
.
Have
you
heard
anything
of
the
pretty
creature
?
"
"
Putty
critter
ye
may
well
pernounce
it
.
It
ur
all
o
'
thet
.
Besides
,
it
ur
a
maar
.
"
"
A
ma-a-r
!
What
is
that
,
Mr
Stump
?
I
do
n't
understand
.
"
"
A
maar
I
sayed
.
Shurly
ye
know
what
a
maar
is
?
"
"
Ma-a-r
--
ma-a-r
!
Why
,
no
,
not
exactly
.
Is
it
a
Mexican
word
?
Mar
in
Spanish
signifies
the
sea
.
"
"
In
coorse
it
air
a
Mexikin
maar
--
all
mowstangs
air
.
They
air
all
on
'em
o
'
a
breed
as
wur
oncest
brought
over
from
some
European
country
by
the
fust
o
'
them
as
settled
in
these
hyur
parts
--
leesewise
I
hev
heern
so
.
"
"
Still
,
Mr
Stump
,
I
do
not
comprehend
you
.
What
makes
this
mustang
a
ma-a-r
?
"
