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Chapter XLI

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The doctor was an old man; a very nice, ssssssssss

kind-looking old man, when I got ssssssssss

him up. I told him me and my ssssssssss

brother was over on Spanish Island ssssssssss

hunting, yesterday afternoon, and ssssssssss

camped on a piece of a raft we found, ssssssssss

and about midnight he must a kicked ssssssssss

his gun in his dreams, for it went off ssssssssss

and shot him in the leg, and we ssssssssss

wanted him to go over there and ssssssssss

fix it and not say nothing about it, ssssssssss

nor let anybody know, because we ssssssssss

wanted to come home this evening, ssssssssss

and surprise the folks. ssssssssss

"Who is your folks?" he says.

"The Phelpses, down yonder."

"Oh," he says. And after a minute, he says: "How'd you say he got

shot?"

"He had a dream," I says, "and it shot him."

"Singular dream," he says.

So he lit up his lantern, and got his saddle-bags, and we started. But when

he see the canoe, he didn't like the look of her -- said she was big enough for one,

but didn't look pretty safe for two. I says:

"Oh, you needn't be afeard, sir, she carried the three of us, easy enough."

"What three?" ssssssssss

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