And the Dutchman laughed, as though he had said something extremely funny, while Crockett was amused in spite of himself.
"Vos he great pig bear, mit four legs?" inquired the Hollander, suddenly becoming serious again.
"Yes—a ring-tailed roarer."
"And he hop along so?" he continued, dropping on his hands and feet and hopping along like a frog.
"Something like that," assented Crockett.
"And his mouth open, mit his tongue hanging in?"
"Yes—yes: which way did he go?"
"Yaw; I hash not seen notting of him!"
And again the Dutchman laughed until he was ready to fall off the log, all the while cramming his mouth with food.
There was no little humor in Colonel Crockett, and the round fat Dutchman, shaking with laughter, like so much jelly, was more then he could stand, and throwing back his head, he made the forest ring with his own mirth.