When he spoke of her behind her back it was with indignant sympathy as "poor Miss Kesiah," or "that poor good soul Kesiah Blount"-- for in spite of a natural bent for logic, and more than forty years of sedulous attendance upon the law, he harboured at the bottom of his heart an unreasonable conviction that Kesiah's plainness was, somehow, the result of her not having chosen to be pretty.
"Any sport, Jonathan ?" he inquired cheerfully, while he buttered his waffles.

"If I scared up one Molly Cotton-tail out of the briars I did at least fifty." "No, I didn't get a shot," replied Gay, "but I met a poacher on my land who appeared to have been more successful.

There seems to be absolutely no respect for a man's property rights in this part of the country.

The fellow actually had the impudence to stop and bandy words with me." "Well, you mustn't be too hard on him.

His ancestors, doubtless, shot over your fields for generations, and he'd probably look upon an attempt to enforce the game laws as an infringement of his privileges." "Do you mean that the landowner is utterly unprotected ?" "By no means--go slow--go slow--you might search the round globe, I believe for a more honest or a more peaceable set of neighbours.