If you're
afraid of our chasin' you we'll give you a runnin' start of a hunderd
miles."
"Wa'al now, that's right kind of you," said Whitley. "I for one might
take your advice, but I was froze up so much in them wild mountains an'
plains of the northwest that I like to go south when the winter's comin'
on. It's hot now, all right, but in two months the chilly blasts will be
seekin' my marrow."
"I was speakin' for your own good," said the Mississippian gravely.
"Anyway, you won't be troubled by the cold weather 'cause if you don't
go back into the no'th where you belong, we'll be takin' you a prisoner
way down south, where you don't belong. But you could have a good time
there. We won't treat you bad. There's fine huntin' for b'ars in the
canebrake an' the rivers an' bayous are full of fish. Your captivity
won't be downright painful on you."
"Glad to get your welcome, Mr. Henderson," said Whitley, "'cause we've
heard a lot 'bout the hospitality of Mississippi, an' we're shorely goin'
to stretch it. I'm comin', an' I'm bringin' a couple of hundred thousand
fellers 'bout my size with me.
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