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Jim and the Deacon went a hunting, and as they wuz a ridin' along through the timber down by Ruben Hendrick's paster, Jim keepin' his eyes peeled and not sayin' much, when all to onct he seen a rabbit settin' in a brush heap, and he jist tetched the old hoss on the sides and he squatted right down. JIM AND THE DEACON WENT A HUNTIN AN AS THEY WUZ A RI RIDING ALONG THROUGH THE TIMBER DOWN BY REUBEN HENDRICK'S PASTURE JIM KEEPIN HIS EYES PEALED AND NOT SAYIN MUCH WHEN ALL AT ONCE HE SEEN A RABBIT SETTIN IN A BRUSH HEAP AND HE JEST TOUCHED THE OLD HORSE ON THE SIDE AND HE SQUATTED RIGHT DOWN
s he had rheumatiz purty bad it wuz sort of hard fer him to git 'round, so he had to do his huntin' on hoss back. Wall, Jim didn't say much to fuss, just kinder hinted around that huntin' was a-goin' to be mighty good this fall, cos he'd seen one or two flocks of partridges over back of Sprosby's medder, and some right smart of quail over by Buttermilk ford, and finally he sed: "Deacon, I've got a hoss you ought to hev; he's a setter." Wall, you could hav knocked the Deacon's eyes off with a club, they stuck out like bumps on a log, and he sed, "Why, Jim, I never heered tell of sech a thing in all my life; the idea of a horse being a setter!" Jim sed, "Yes, Deacon, he's bin trained to set for all kinds of game. I calculated as how I'd git a shotgun this fall and do right smart of hunting." So the Deacon sed, "Wall, now, I want to know; bring him over, Jim, I'd like to see him." Wall, Jim took the hoss over, and all Punkin Centre jest sort of held its breath to see how it would cum out. WAS MIGHTY FOND OF GOIN HUNTIN AN AS HE HAD RHEUMATIZ PURTY BAD IT WAS SORT O HARD FOR HIM TO GIT AROUND SO HE HAD TO DO HIS HUNTING ON HORSEBACK WELL JIM DIDN'T SAY MUCH TO FUSS JIST KIND O HUNTING AROUND THAT HUNTING WAS GOIN TO BE MIGHTY GOOD THIS FALL CAUSE HE'D SING IN ONE OR TWO FLOCKS OF PARTRIDGES OVER BACK OF SPARSBIE'S MEADOW AND SOME RIGHT SMARTER QUAIL OVER BY BUTTERMILK FORD AND FINALLY HE SAID DEACON I'VE GOT A HOSS YOU OUGHT TO HAVE HE'S A SETTER WELL YOU COULD A KNOCKED THE DEACON'S EYES OFF WITH A CLUB THEY STUCK OUT LIKE BUMPS ON A LOG AND HE SAID WHY JIM I NEVER HEERD TELL OF SUCH A THING IN ALL MY LIFE THE IDEA OF A HORSE BEING A SETTER JIM SAID YES DEACON HE'S BEEN TRAINED TO SET FOR ALL KINDS OF GAME I CALCULATED AS HOW I'D GIT A SHOT GUN THIS FALL AND DO RIGHT SMART A HUNTIN SO THE DEACON SAID WELL NOW I WANT TO KNOW BRING HIM OVER JIM I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM WELL JIM TOOK THE HOSS OVER AND ALL A PUNKIN CENTER JIST SORT OF HELD ITS BREATH TO SEE HOW IT WOULD COME OUT
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