"I would no say we had no chance," replied Donald; "but, in my
opinion, 'tis no much to brag about."
"That reminds me--" began Dick once more.
"What, against?" said Donald.
"Oh, let him get it off his mind," advised Jack. "What does it
remind you of?"
"It reminds me of the hunter that came over here from New York last
fall and met old Uncle Zac Williams back in the country and asked
him if there was any hunting around here.
"'Plenty of it," said Uncle Zac.
"'Where is the best place to go?' asked the hunter.
"'Oh, mos' anywhere,' said Uncle Zac; 'yo' can't miss hit.'
"So the hunter went on, and that night as he was going home he met
Uncle Zac again.
"'Hello!' he said, 'ain't you the man that told me there was plenty
of hunting around here?'
"'I reckon I be,' replied Uncle Zac.
"'Well, I've hunted all around here and I haven't seen the first
thing to shoot.'
"'Waal, ther wasn't nothin' ther matter with ther huntin' was ther?'
said Uncle Zac."
"All right," said Donald, when Dick had finished, "we'll forgive
you this time, but don't let it happen again.
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