"Cose he is. Oh, I ain't trampin' roun' de neighborhood er shootin' kittens, I tell you."
[CHAPTER V.]
When the bear had been dragged home, skinned and cut up, the work of dividing with the nearest neighbors was begun. John took a choice roast over to Mrs. Forest, whose overflowing expressions of thanks quite embarrassed him, but Eva came forward with such frankness of manner that his confusion was put to instant flight.
"Come into the other room," said the girl, "and let me show you some of my books."
He followed her into a room situated at the end of a gallery that ran the full length of the old log house. The collection numbered but a few volumes, but John opened his eyes in great astonishment.
"You haven't read all these here, have you?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, some of them many times. It doesn't take long to read them all. After awhile I will lend them to you."