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salzo
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I was in the boat when I see him. It was jest dust-dark; I had jest fed the horses and clumb back down the bank to the boat and shoved off to cross back to camp when I see him, about half a quarter up the river, swimming; jest his head above the water, and it no more than a dot in the light. But I could see that rockin chair he toted on it and I knowed it was him, going right back to that cane brake in the fork of the bayou where he lived all year until the day before the seasoned open, like the game wardens had give him a calendar, when he would clear out and dissapear, nobody knowed where, until the day after the season closed, But here he was, coming back a day ahead of time, maybe he got mixed up and used last years calendar by mistake. Which was jest to bad for him, because me and mister ernest would be setting on the horse right over him when the sun rose tomorrow morning.....So I went to bed, and after awhile Mister Ernest come in and I wanted to tell him again how big them horns looked even half a quarter away in the river. So we jest laid down, and it wasnt no time Simon was beating the bottom of the dishpan with the spoon hollering "Raise up and get your 4 o'clock coffee" and I crossed the river in the dark this time, with the lantern, and fed Dan and Roth Edmondziz horse. It was going to be a fine day, cold and bright; even in the dark I could see the white frost on the leaves and the bushes-jest exactly the kind of day that big old son of a gun laying up in the break would like to run.
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