. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . and throwing up her hands indespair! Bill went near enough to see thatshe had one foot fast in the trap. He then 12 WIT BOUGHT. turned about, and left the poor school-mis-tress to be extricated by her neighbours. Forthis Bill got a sound flogging from my uncle,but he felt well compensated by being re-leased from school for a month ; for, duringthat period, the poor woman was too lame toresume her duties. Bills next exploit was equally serious. Ifthere was anything on earth that he lovedbetter than another, it was g
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . and throwing up her hands indespair! Bill went near enough to see thatshe had one foot fast in the trap. He then 12 WIT BOUGHT. turned about, and left the poor school-mis-tress to be extricated by her neighbours. Forthis Bill got a sound flogging from my uncle,but he felt well compensated by being re-leased from school for a month ; for, duringthat period, the poor woman was too lame toresume her duties. Bills next exploit was equally serious. Ifthere was anything on earth that he lovedbetter than another, it was gunpowder. Why he had sucha fancy for it, Icannot tell, unlessbecause it was anoisy, tearing, dan-gerous thing, likehimself. But bethis as it may, he spent more than half the littlemoney he could get in buying it. Everyday he was firing off some old pistol-barrel,rammed full of powder; or he was trying tosplit a log of wood with it, by filling someknot-hole, and exploding it. But his great-est delight was to sport with my unclesold gun. Well, one afternoon he got the gun, and. LARGE GAME. 13 he and I went among the mountains to huntfor something. Pretty soon we saw a squir-rel, but Bill was so intent on killing a bear,a raccoon, or some large animal, that hescorned to shoot a squirrel. As we went on,we met with various kinds of small game,but none worthy of the attention of myheroic friend. It was now evening, and we were at aconsiderable distancefrom home. We walk-ed along as fast as wecould, and Bill, whowas never out of spi-rits, beguiled the timeby telling what hewould have done, ifsomething had fallen in his way. If a wolfhadcorne along in the woods, said Bill, draw-ing up the old piece, and taking aim at an oldstump, and if he had come near enough,how I would have peppered him! Just at that instant we heard a rustlingsound in a meadow that we were passing. Itwas too dark to see distinctly, but Billpeeped through the fence, and saying to me 2
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