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It uster do me good ter take my old muzzle-loadin' gun an' go aout in the woods trampin' in the fall. I uster like ter walk where the leaves hed fell jest to hear um rustle. I'd give a dollar this minute ter walk through the fallen leaves in the Varmount woods! I didn't go out ter shoot things so much as I did to see things. There was plenty of squirrels, but I never shot but one red squirrel in my life. He come aout on the end of a limb clost to me an' chittered at me in a real jolly way, same's to say, 'Hello, young feller! Ain't this a fine day? Ain't yeou glad yeou're livin'?' An' then I up an' shot him, like a gol-durn pirut!