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Chapter 7

           Returningtothecabin,andcreepingstealthilyinsideasifnotwishingtowakehismaster,alreadyasleephewasseentotakeacabriestofromitspeg;andthengoingforthagain,hecarriedthelongropearoundthestockadewallspayingitoutasheproceeded.

           Havingcompletedthecircumvallation,here-enteredthehut;ashesteppedoverthethreshold,mutteringtohimself

           "Sowl!PhalimO’Nale,you’llslapesoundforthisnight,spiteovallthesnakesinTixas!"

           ForsomeminutesafterPhelim’ssoliloquy,aprofoundstillnessreignedaroundthehutofthemustanger.Therewaslikesilenceinside;forthecountrymanofSaintPatrick,nolongerapprehensiveonthescoreofreptileintruders,hadfallenasleep,almostonthemomentofhissinkingdownuponhisspreadhorse-skin.

           Forawhileitseemedasifeverybodywasintheenjoymentofperfectrepose,Taraandthecaptivesteedsincluded.TheonlysoundheardwasthatmadebyZebStump’s"maar,"closebycroppingthesweetgramagrass.

           Presently,however,itmighthavebeenperceivedthattheoldhunterwashimselfstirring.Insteadoflyingstillintherecumbentattitudetowhichhehadconsignedhimself,hecouldbeseenshiftingfromsidetoside,asifsomefeverishthoughtwaskeepinghimawake.

           Afterrepeatingthismovementsomehalf-scoreoftimes,heatlengthraisedhimselfintoasittingposture,andlookeddiscontentedlyaround.

           "Dod-rothisignoranceandimperencetheIrishcuss!"werethewordsthatcamehissingthroughhisteeth.

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