around?” They said, no, 'twas a false alarm. “Well,” he says, “if they'd a ben some, I reckon I'd a got one.” They all laughed, and Bob says: “Why, Buck, they might have scalped us all, you've been so slow in coming.” “Well, nobody come after me, and it ain't right I'm always kept down; I don't get no show.” “Never mind, Buck, my boy,” says the old man, “you'll have show enough, all in good time, don't you fret about that.  Go 'long with you now, and do as your mother told you.” When we got up-stairs to his room he got me a coarse shirt and a roundabout and pants of his, and I put them on.  While I was at it he asked me what my name was, but before I could tell him he started to tell me about a bluejay and a young rabbit he had catched in the woods day before yesterday, and he asked me where Moses was when the candle went out.  I said I didn't know; I hadn't heard about it before, no way. “Well, guess,” he says. “How'm I going to guess,” says I, “when I never heard tell of it before?” “But you can guess, can't you?  It's just as easy.” “_Which_ candle?”  I says. “Why, any candle,” he says. “I don't know where he was,” says I; “where was he?” “Why, he was in the _dark_!  That's where he was!” “Well, if you knowed where he was, what did you ask me for?” “Why, blame it, it's a riddle, don't you see?  Say, how long are you going to stay here?  You got to stay always.  We can just have booming times--they don't have no school now.  Do you own a dog?  I've got a dog--and he'll go in the river and bring out chips that you throw in.  Do you like to comb up Sundays, and all that kind of foolishness?  You bet I don't, but ma she makes me.  Confound these ole britches!  I reckon I'd better put 'em on, but I'd ruther not, it's so warm.  Are you all ready? All right.  Come along, old hoss.” Cold corn-pone, cold corn-beef, butter and buttermilk--that is what they had for me down there, and there ain't nothing better that ever I've come across yet.  Buck and his