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nature than playing ball, tag and marbles, or any other boyish game. Our teacher was as fond of hunting as myself, and often spent his Saturdays in that way. One day he went out without me, and when three miles from home had the misfortune to be bitten by a moccasin rattlesnake. He instantly shot the reptile, cutting him into two parts; then tied his handkerchief around his leg just above the wound and started for home; having to walk all the way. When he arrived at the house he was "as pale as a ghost," and his leg was considerably swolen below the bandage. I immediately mounted Douty? and went for a Doctor Hurd, who was celebrated for his skill in curring the bite of snakes, and who lived in Detroit. When we got back we found poor Mr. Viennicut terribly frightened at the thought of death, for his limb had swollen to double its natural size as far up the thigh and he supposed the rattlesnake poison was invariably fatal. He was waiting very impatiently for our arrival, and although the Doctor told him that it was the very worse case he ever had to deal with, yet he was not disposed to give him up as lost. I was sent out to gather some plantain leaves. These the Doctor bruised with sweet oil