. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . 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, ifs


. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . 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. 14 WIT BOUGHT. in an emphatic whisper, Be still; I seeone ! he cocked the gun and brought theheavy old piece to a level with his eye. Aftera long, portentous aim, during which Iwinked so hard as nearly to put my eyes out—bang ! it went, and Bill was stretchedbackward upon the grass in an instant, by


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