“Mercy on us I do you call that small game? Why, what must the large be, then?” said Mrs Campbell.
“Buffaloes, missus, is what we call big game.”
“But the animals you speak of are not good eating, Super,” said Mrs Campbell; “is there no game that we can eat?”
“Oh, yes, plenty of deer and wild turkey; and bear’s good eating, I reckon.”
“Ah! that sounds better.”
After an hour’s conversation, Martin Super was dismissed; the whole of the family (except Alfred, who was not at home) very much pleased with what they had seen of him.
A few days after this, Martin Super, who had now entered upon service, and was very busy with Alfred, with whom he had already become a favourite, was sent for by Mr Campbell, who read over to him the inventory of the articles which they had, and inquired of him if there was anything else which might be necessary or advisable to take with them.
“You said something about guns,” replied Martin, “what sort of guns did you mean?”
“We have three fowling-pieces and three muskets, besides pistols.”
“Fowling-pieces—they are bird-guns, I believe—no use at all; muskets are soldiers’ tools—no use; pistols are pops, and nothing better. You have no rifles; you can’t go into the woods without rifles. I have got mine, but you must have some.”