Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
cious hunter, without being a brilliant one. Without genius, and there
is a genius for hunting as for all other human avocations, he had yet
learned his trade, and was diligent in its prosecution —a simple secret,
by which to secure always an adequate degree of success.
Martha Fuller, his wife, was not so patient with her brother as was
her husband. She chafed hourly, as she beheld his vacant mood, and
dreary, drowsy aspect. Her impatience found words occasionally, pass-
ing slurs or sneers, which might or might not reach the senses of her
brother; but she did not venture to speak out fully what she felt and
thought. But more than once she sought to egg her husband on, to do
and say what she herself feared to do. But he had his answer ready.
"Look you, Mattie, talk to him ef you will; he's your brother, and
may listen to you; he's a fool for love, that's true, and lets this gal poke
fun at him; but he won't stand it from me, I kin tell you; and I don't
think he'll stand over much from you. I know enough of bar (bear)
natur', not to poke at him when he sets on his haunches, in the hollow
of his den, and shows both rows of teeth."
Mattie had not heard from Mike or any other person the details of
what had taken place at the wedding, but she knew enough of the fair
coquette, Rose Carter, to conjecture pretty nearly what had happened;
and at length, one evening, when Sam Fuller came home, bringing with
him a fine buck, he said to her alone:
"I seed Joe Scrymgeour to-day, and he told me all about the wed-
ding, and how Rose Carter behaved to Mike.""How was that?""Never once danced with him, though he axed her, and danced all
the time with the two young fellows, Bulkley and Fairleigh, what's jist
from college, and splurging all about the country.""Why, they're the nabobs, and how did they come to Tom Blanton's?
Wonder ef he had the conceit and impudence to ask 'em.""No, indeed; they come in of their own axing, making up a sort of
story that they had lost themselves hunting, as if a good hunter would
do sich a thing. Precious little hunting will they do, onless after foolish
gals like Rose Carter.""Well, indeed! and so Rose Carter danced with them young fellows,
the nabobs, and flung off Mike.""That's the very how!""The impudent conceited cat, with her vanity and feathers! My
brother is worth ten thousand of sich creaters; and ef 'twan't that he
felt it so bad, I could pray that he might never see her fool-face agin,