human
There's worse things than buffalo-beef-bergoo, March, an't there? Ha, ha! my lad, tuck that under yer belt; it'll put the sore bones right faster than physic. Mary, my little pet lamb, here's a marrow-bone; come, yer growin', an' ye can't grow right if ye don't eat plenty o' meat and marrow-bones; there, he said, placing the bone in question on her pewter plate.
gpt
Ah! Mary, lass, ye've been mixin' the victuals. Why, what have we here?
human
Moose nose,
gpt
I do b'lieve--so it is! Why, where got ye it? I han't killed a moose for three weeks an' more.
human
Me kill him meself,
gpt
You!
human
Ay, me! with me own gun, too!
gpt
Capital! cried Dick, tossing back his heavy locks, and gazing at the child with proud delight.
human
Yer a most fit an' proper darter for the Wild--a--_ho_! sneezed Dick, with sudden violence, while Mary glanced quickly up and opened her eyes very wide.
gpt
Whisst--to--a--hah! whew! wot a tickler! I raally think the mountain air's a-goin' to make me subjick to catchin' colds.
human
How came ye by the iron pot?
gpt
I'll tell ye some other time, said the former quietly;
human
I'm doing my best. Did you say it was _you_ that shot the moose deer, Mary?
gpt
Yes, it was me. Me go out to kill bird for make dinner, two days back, an' see the moose in one place where hims no can escape but by one way-- narrow way, tree feets, not more, wide. Hims look to me--me's look to him. Then me climb up side of rocks so hims no touch me, but _must_ pass below me quite near. Then me yell--horbuble yell! (
human
Ha! thought March,
gpt
)
human
(
gpt
Oh, the blockhead, thought March)--
human
Huzza! shouted Dick, in such a bass roar that March involuntarily started.
gpt
Well done, lass; ye'll make a splendid wife to a bold mountaineer.