Pryor.

"If you will lie on the bank and watch you'll have more to laugh
at than that," I promised.

He lay down and never paid the least attention to his clothes.
Pretty soon a little chub fish came swimming around to make
friends with Governor Oglesby, and then a shiner and some more
chub. They nibbled at his hands and toes, and then went flashing
away, and from under the stone came backing a big crayfish and
seized the governor by the leg and started dragging him, so I had
to jump in and stop it. I took a shot at the crayfish with the
tiger ammunition and then loaded for lions.

We went on until the marsh became a thicket of cattails,
bulrushes, willow bushes, and blue flags; then I found a path
where the lions left the jungle, hid Mr. Pryor and told him he
must be very still or they wouldn't come. At last I heard one.
I touched Mr. Pryor's sleeve to warn him to keep his eyes on the
trail. Pretty soon the lion came in sight. Really it was only a
little gray rabbit hopping along, but when it was opposite us, I
pinged it in the side, it jumped up and turned a somersault with
surprise, and squealed a funny little squeal,--well, I wondered
if Mr. Pryor's people didn't hear him, and think he had gone
crazy as Paddy Ryan. I never did hear any one laugh so. I
thought if he enjoyed it like that, I'd let him shoot one. I do
May sometimes; so we went to another place I knew where there was
a tiger's den, and I loaded with tiger lily bullets, gave him the
gun and showed him where to aim. After we had waited a long time
out came a muskrat, and started for the river. I looked to see