"In what manner, pray, can a hound distinguish the habits, species, or even the genus of an animal, like reasoning, learned, scientific, triumphant man!" "In what manner!" coolly repeated the veteran woodsman.

"Listen; and if you believe that a schoolmaster can make a quicker wit than the Lord, you shall be made to see how much you're mistaken.

Do you not hear something move in the brake?
it has been cracking the twigs these five minutes.

Now tell me what the creatur' is ?" "I hope nothing ferocious!" exclaimed the Doctor, who still retained a lively impression of his {rencounter} with the vespertilio horribilis.
"You have rifles, friends; would it not be prudent to prime them?
for this fowling piece of mine is little to be depended on." "There may be reason in what he says," returned the trapper, so far complying as to take his piece from the place where it had lain during the repast, and raising its muzzle in the air.

"Now tell me the name of the creatur' ?" "It exceeds the limits of earthly knowledge! Buffon himself could not tell whether the animal was a quadruped, or of the order, serpens! a sheep, or a tiger!" "Then was your buffoon a fool to my Hector! Here: pup!--What is it, dog ?--Shall we run it down, pup--or shall we let it pass ?" The hound, which had already manifested to the experienced trapper, by the tremulous motion of his ears, his consciousness of the proximity of a strange animal, lifted his head from his fore paws and slightly parted his lips, as if about to show the remnants of his teeth.