Orsbourn. A charming Chance! Honnyman. Honnyman. Hush, let them still come nearer. Indians They're down, old Boy, a Brace of noble Bucks! Orsbourn. Orsbourn. Well tallow'd, faith, and noble Hides upon 'em. We might have hunted all the Season thro' For Half this Game, and thought ourselves well paid. Honnyman. Honnyman. By Jove, we might, and been at great Expence For Lead and Powder, here's a single Shot. Orsbourn. Orsbourn. I swear I've got as much as I can carry. Honnyman.
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