"Sah?" Alf replied, with pretended unconcern.
"I say you have killed the bear!"
"Whut b'ar?"
"Why, the one you are sitting on."
John was leaning against a tree, shaking with laughter. He understood the old man.
"Oh, dis yere b'ar."
"Yes; that bear."
"Oh, yas, sah; I got him. Tell you whut it is" (getting up, and putting on his hat), "it won't do fur er b'ar ter come killin' one o' my ole frien's. Dangerous, sah, dangerous. Wall, we'll go home now, get de hosses, an' drag dis generman ter de house."
"An enormous animal," said Potter.