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Chapter 13

           You’rerightaboutthat,MrStump.Thewhiskymustn’tbeforgotten,Pomp.IthinkIsawajarinside,that’sintendedtogo?"

           "Yawyaw,sagint,"respondedthedark-skinneddomestic;"daramdatsamewesicle.Hyaitis!"headded,luggingalargejarintothelight,andswingingitupintothewaggon.

           OldZebappearingtothinkthepackingnowcomplete,showedsignsofimpatiencetobeoff.

           "Ain’tyeriddy,surgint?"heinquired,shiftingrestlesslyinhisstirrups.

           "Notquite,MrStump.Thecooktellsmethechickenswantanotherturnuponthespit,beforewecantake’emalong."

           "Durnthechickens,anthecooktoo!Whatairanydung-hillfowltocomparewi’awildturkeyo’thepurayra;anhowamItoshootone,arterthesunhevclombtenmileupthesky?ThemajorsayedIwartogithimagobbler,whativershedhappen.’Tain’tsodurnationeezytokillturkeygobblerartersun-up,wi’aclamjamferrylikethiscomin’clostuponafellur’sheels?Yemustn’tsurpose,surgint,thattheterebirdairasbigafoolasthesodgero’afort.Ofallthecunnin’crittersasferquentsthesehyurpurayras,aturkeyairthecunninest;antogithelfwayroun’oneo’’em,yemustbeupalongwi’thesun;andpreehapaleetleurlier."

           "True,MrStump.Iknowthemajorwantsawildturkey.Hetoldmeso;andexpectsyoutoprocureoneontheway."

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