. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . given up to hisown guidance. On a certain day in January, it had beenagreed between Bill Keeler and myself, thatwe would proceed to the mountain for thepurpose of hunting. My uncle had boughtme a new fowling-piece. I looked forwardto the day with great impatience, and whenat last it arrived, Bill and myself were up bydaybreak, ready to depart. The winter hadthus far been remarkably mild and was as yet no snow on the ground. But when we were about to leave the houseon our expedition, my uncle, who had bee
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . given up to hisown guidance. On a certain day in January, it had beenagreed between Bill Keeler and myself, thatwe would proceed to the mountain for thepurpose of hunting. My uncle had boughtme a new fowling-piece. I looked forwardto the day with great impatience, and whenat last it arrived, Bill and myself were up bydaybreak, ready to depart. The winter hadthus far been remarkably mild and was as yet no snow on the ground. But when we were about to leave the houseon our expedition, my uncle, who had beenout of doors, told us that it was going tosnow, and it would be better not to venture togo up the mountain. I was annoyed by thisadvice, and told my uncle that I would go,whether he thought it best or not. With OLD SARAH. 17 more than ordinary spirit, he replied that Ishould not go! This resistance put me in arage. I seized mv run, uttered some words */ O of defiance, and rushed out of the me thus determined and incor-rigible, my yielding uncle told Bill, who. stood still all the time, seeming to know howit would turn out, to go with me, and takegood care of me. We soon reached the forests that lay atthe foot of the mountain, and while it wasyet somewhat dark, we began to ascend. Aswe were passing through a small copse oftall trees without underwood, I heard thestep of something near, and immediately dis- 2§ 18 \VIT BOUGHT. covered a dark object passing slowly onbefore me. I drew up my piece, and was onthe point of firing, when Bill struck down thebarrel of my gun, and exclaimed, Stop,stop, do not fire!—it is old Sarah! Thiswas said and done in time to prevent myshooting the object at which I aimed, but notto stop the discharge of my firelock. Theshot struck the ground at the very feet of mycompanion. The noise of my gun aroused the attentionof the singular old woman, whom, with theardour of a youthful hunter, I had taken fora wild cat or a wolf. She turned ro
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