"Yes, sir, but I think I prefer this. I have made it myself and have tested and tried it every way. I have chosen a name for it."
"What have you named it?" inquired Boone.
"Singing Susan."
"And you have sufficient bullets?"
"Yes, sir."
"And powder?"
"Yes, sir," responded Peleg. As he spoke he showed a huge powder-horn which he had polished and upon which he had carved the following dire warning:
"Ye mann what steles this powdr horne,
Will go to helle as sure as yre borne."
The scout slowly read the inscription and, shaking his head, said: "I think I should leave that horn behind. There are plenty more which are not so sharp in their warnings."