There sits a bird in that tree that is grinning at me.

I'll t'ach him bitter manners." The gun was discharged, the bullet passing within a few inches of the head of the Indian, who sprung back with a grunt.
"A purty good shot," laughed Teddy; "but it _would_ be rayther tiresome killing game, being I could only hit them as run behind me, and being I can't saa in that direction, I'll give over the idaa; and turn me undivided attention to fishing.

Ah, divil a bit of difference is it to the fish, whin a worm is on the right ind, whether a drunken man or a gintleman is at the other." The Indian manifested a readiness to assist every project of the Irishman, and he now advised him to fish by all means, urging that they should proceed to the river at once.

But Teddy insisted upon going to a small creek near at hand.

The savage strongly demurred, but finally yielded, and the two set out, making their way somewhat after the fashion of a yoke of oxen.
Upon reaching the stream, Teddy, instead of pausing upon the bank, continued walking on until he was splashing up to his waist in water.
Had it not been for the prompt assistance of the Indian, the poor fellow most probably would have had his earthly career terminated.
This incident partially sobered Teddy, and made him ashamed of his condition.