"What's the good of killing what you don't need?"
"Gentlemen, excuse me, I don't mean any offence, but I'm durned if you ain't the queerest pair of cranks in the huntin' and fishin' way, I ever see. I don't know, but mebbe you're right about it, still I can't get it through my hair. Of course, I don't believe in wastin' meat, but, I'd a—had to shot them deer."
"Mr. Miles, you ought to live where there is one deer to a township and a trout to a mile of water—you'd change your mind and want to hang the man who talked as you do."
"How'll you have the grouse cooked, Major—stewed or fried?"
"Either way."
Joshua served them up to us roasted, and they were delicious.
Loitering by the road later in the afternoon I saw the coach on the opposite side of the river, before it came down into the bottom-land. There was a passenger on the box with an umbrella. I waited and recognized Mr. Dide, who had added a fishing-rod to his luggage.
"Weally!—dwivah, stop a moment. I am delighted to see you; do you live in the vicinity?"
I informed him that the camp was just below, and we should be pleased to have him call.
"Chawming—thanks; I shall be delighted to drop in."