Just wait a minute." He hastened over to the side of the table and bent again over his case of instruments.
"There's been all kinds of coon dogs in these bottoms and hills, I suppose, ever since white folks came here, but Dunwody, I'm telling you the truth, that dog of mine--" By this time he had fished out from his case a slender probe, which he bent back and forth as he once more approached the table.
"There's wasn't anything he wouldn't run, from deer to catamount; and, one day, when we were out back here in the hills--I don't know but Eleazar here might remember something about that himself.

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_Hold on, now, old man_!" The old doctor's forehead for the first time was beaded.

He wanted silver wire.