"Did you see a b'ar pass this way, a few minutes ago?"
"Vat kind of a bear vas he?"
"A black bear and a regular whopper."
"Vas he goin' py hees legs, or vas he flyin' mit his wings?"
Crockett stared at the Dutchman, as if meditating whether to bring him to his senses or not by breaking his gun over his head; but there was such an appearance of honesty in his countenance, that, despite his hurry, he paused to exchange a word or two with him.
"Dutchy, did you ever see a bear?"
"Yaw, I vos."
"Did you ever see one fly through the air?"
"Yaw—more as goot many times."
"When?"