The very name of venison quickens the blood of the cur;--did you ever take an animal in that fashion, on the long leap ?" "You might just as well ask me, did you ever eat?
There is no fashion, old stranger, that a deer has not been touched by my hand, unless it was when asleep." "Ay, ay; you have a long and a happy-ay, and an honest life afore you! I am old, and I suppose I might also say, worn out and useless; but, if it was given me to choose my time, and place, again,--as such things are not and ought not ever to be given to the will of man--though if such a gift was to be given me, I would say, twenty and the wilderness! But, tell me; how do you part with the peltry ?" "With my pelts! I never took a skin from a buck, nor a quill from a goose, in my life! I knock them over, now and then, for a meal, and sometimes to keep my finger true to the touch; but when hunger is satisfied, the prairie wolves get the remainder.

No--no--I keep to my calling; which pays me better, than all the fur I could sell on the other side of the big river." The old man appeared to ponder a little; but shaking his head he soon continued-- "I know of but one business that can be followed here with profit--" He was interrupted by the youth, who raised a small cup of tin, which dangled at his neck before the other's eyes, and springing its lid, the delicious odour of the finest flavoured honey, diffused itself over the organs of the trapper.
"A bee hunter!" observed the latter, with a readiness that proved he understood the nature of the occupation, though not without some little surprise at discovering one of the other's spirited mien engaged in so humble a pursuit.

"It pays well in the skirts of the settlements, but I should call it a doubtful trade, in the more open districts." "You think a tree is wanting for a swarm to settle in! But I know differently; and so I have stretched out a few hundred miles farther west than common, to taste your honey.

And, now, I have bated your curiosity, stranger, you will just move aside, while I tell the remainder of my story to this young woman." "It is not necessary, I'm sure it is not necessary, that he should leave us," said Ellen, with a haste that implied some little consciousness of the singularity if not of the impropriety of the request.

"You can have nothing to say that the whole world might not hear." "No! well, may I be stung to death by drones, if I understand the buzzings of a woman's mind! For my part, Ellen, I care for nothing nor any body; and am just as ready to go down to the place where your uncle, if uncle you can call one, who I'll swear is no relation, has hoppled his teams, and tell the old man my mind now, as I shall be a year hence.
You have only to say a single word, and the thing is done; let him like it or not." "You are ever so hasty and so rash, Paul Hover, that I seldom know when I am safe with you.