It wouldn't surprise me if the fellows that own the rifles are in conspiracy with these birds.

They let out rifles that wont hit, and the birds know it, and sit there and laugh at the passengers.

Why, I tell you, sir, if the people who travel up and down this river were all regular shooters, there wouldn't be a bird left in six months." At this moment Corny saw an alligator,--a real one.

It was lying on a log, near shore, and just ahead of the boat.

She set up such a yell that it made every one of us jump, and her mother came rushing out of the saloon to see if she was dead.