about the door.)
First Farmer,—Went huntin' yesterday.
Second Farmer,—What d'ye get?
First Farmer,—Two good fat deer and a turkey. The turkey was a buster, I tell ye. My woman got him on the spit bright and early this morning.
Second Farmer,—Where d'ye go? Down in that stretch of woods to the south?
First Farmer,—Yes, that's the best huntin' place in these parts now. Plenty of panthers there, too! A panther could have jumped down on me any minute, for it was so dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I was late gettin' home, and the screams of the critters sent the shivers running down my back.
Second Farmer (half to himself),—It's queer that Abe Linkern never goes huntin'. He'd be a good one at it, too! A surer hand I never knew.
Third Farmer,—Did ye ever hear that story about him when he was a little feller?
(The men gather round and speak together.)
No, what is it?
Third Farmer,—Why, ye see, it was this way. He was in the cabin and happened to look
