“If we see any elephants I’ll bring a trunk back for you!” cried Andy. “A trunk full of assorted sneezes.”
“Don’t get shot, any of you,” admonished Aunt Martha. “And be careful and don’t fall in the river. Just remember that when he was a boy Fred’s father nearly lost his life at Humpback Falls.”
“And don’t get lost in the woods,” added Uncle Randolph. “Have you a compass with you?”
“Yes, we’ve got a compass, Uncle Randolph,” answered Jack. “And we won’t get lost, either. We’ve been through those woods hundreds of times.”
“Sorry you can’t shoot no rabbits dis time o’ year,” remarked Aleck Pop, when the boys were leaving. “You mought brung me home a few more rabbits’ foots jest fur luck.”
“Oh, we’ll bring you a buskarora, Aleck!” exclaimed Andy.
“A buskarora! What’s dat? Some new kind of animal?”
“A buskarora, Aleck, is a second cousin to a three-armed jaspinilla,” answered Andy soberly. “They live in caves with jusjupacks and rusbunions.”
“Rusbunions! Is dat something like my own bunions?” questioned the colored man.
“Almost, but entirely different. We’ll bring you a couple of pounds or two or three feet of them—just as you prefer.”