"You don't s'pose I was a-goin' to frighten away yer game.

I seed you a-stoopin' down aimin' at somethin', and I jist creeped along a little at a time to see what it was.

Why, what _did_ come over you, Miss Kate, to let that ole har go?
It was the puttiest shot I ever did see." "Oh! I couldn't fire at the dear little thing while it was eating so prettily," said Kate, letting down the hammer of the gun as easily as she could; "and then he cut up such funny little capers that I came near laughing right out.

I couldn't shoot him while he was so happy, and I'm glad I didn't do it at all." "All right, Miss Kate," said Uncle Braddock, as he started off on his way through the woods; "that may be a werry pious way to go a-huntin' but it won't bring you in much meat." When Harry came back from hunting for the bee-tree, which he did not find, he saw Kate walking slowly down the path toward the village, the gun under her arm, with the muzzle carefully pointed toward the ground..