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Darn me father, stranger's struck it, if he has'nt right in the soft cut by Sampo -- Well that beats --

Without replying the Yankee throwing his rifle into his arm stalked up to the tree which stood ? 150 yards distant -- to satisfy himself as to the truth of his sons report. Without speaking he returned and took the rifle out of my hand, examined it minutely, raised it to his shoulder several times and returning it said -- A smart piece stranger, that's a fact. You draw a tight bead, you do. Come, let's liquor, leading the way into his house and producing a large jar of Monaghahela -- we pledged each other in a bumper of the ? and finding ourselves compatable ? agreed to take up our quarters with him that night in order that we might share a 'coon hunt in company the next day --

The interior of our entertainers shanty was a fair sample of the houses of new settlers. Built of ? logs rest of line faded, stained and illegible of none of the comparative degree ? of a house in any ? settlement ? -- one small square window filled with green looking glass afforded light enough for the short time it was tenanted, for ? to a hunter indoors is unbearable and at night a blazing fire brilliantly ? illuminated it -- a rough table 2 or 3 stools of primitive fashion and a long wide settee covered with blankets & buffalo robes ( the common bed) completed the furniture, 3 rifles leaned against one corner with their corresponding pouches & horns -- a pile of skins in another testified that the weapons were not for mere show. Dried venison & hams of bearsmeat dangled from the roof, where too were many heads of fine Indian corn. 3 half bred hounds lay before the ? and shared the hearth with a couple of raccoons ? snuggled up into a ball and almost in the blaze -- books there were none -- a pair of shelves which had ? once born a more honorable load now supported sundry ? of the ?