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The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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had travelled a long way, and would be obliged to his honor for a
little bit of something, just to keep body and soul together till he
reached "Wingester." He had gone toward the house, he said, but a dog
there had scared him, and nobody seemed stirring.

Verty very readily assented to this request, and first stabling Cloud,
accompanied the German pedlar to the cabin. The old Indian woman was
out in the woods gathering some herbs or roots, in the properties of
which she was deeply learned; and in her absence, Wolf had mounted
guard over the lodge and its contents. The pedlar had approached,
intent on begging, and, if possible, larceny; but Wolf had quickly
bared a double row of long, sharp teeth, which ceremony he had
accompanied with an ominous growl, and this had completely daunted
Autolycus, who had retreated with precipitation.

Wolf now made no further objection to his entry, seeing that Verty
accompanied him; and the two persons went into the house.

"_Ma mere's_ away somewhere," said Verty; "but we can broil some
venison. Wait here: I'll go and get it."

The boy, humming one of the old border songs, opened a door in the
rear of the lodge, and passed into a sort of covered shed, which was
used as a store-room by the old woman.

The door closed behind him.

The pedlar looked around; the two hounds were lazily pawing each other
in the sun, before the door, and no sound disturbed the silence, but
their low whining, as they yawned, or the faint cry of some distant
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