COLONEL CROCKETT THE TEXAN TRAILER‪.‬

I say, stranger, did you see any thing of a confounded big b'ar passing this way?""
The question was uttered by Davy Crockett, the renowned bear-killer of Tennessee, as, dashing at full speed through the dense forest, he suddenly emerged into a small clearing, where a big Dutchman sat on a log eating his dinner. The latter stared at the glowing hunter for a moment, and with his mouth crammed so full that he could hardly speak, he said:
""Hooh! vat you said?""
""Did you see a b'ar pass this way, a few minutes ago?""
""Vat kind of a bear vas he?""
""A black bear and a regular whopper.""
""Vas he goin' py hees legs, or vas he flyin' mit his wings?""
Crockett stared at the Dutchman, as if meditating whether to bring him to his senses or not by breaking his gun over his head; but there was such an appearance of honesty in his countenance, that, despite his hurry, he paused to exchange a word or two with him.
""Dutchy, did you ever see a bear?""
""Yaw, I vos.""
""Did you ever see one fly through the air?""
""Yaw—more as goot many times.""
""When?""
""I see'd one only next day after yisterday. He had wings so big as never vos, and had von sheep dat he hold fast mit his toes.""
Crockett laughed.
""You old Dutch blunderbuss, you mean an eagle.""
""Yaw; vot kinds does I means?""
""A bald-headed eagle, I suppose.""
""Yaw—dat's him; ef he bald-headed, den he bare-headed, ain't he?""
""I suppose.""
""Den he eagle vot was bare—hooh? vot you call him?""
""Yes.""
""Den he bear mit wings.""
And the Dutchman laughed, as though he had said something extremely funny, while Crockett was amused in spite of himself.
""Vos he great pig bear, mit four legs?"" inquired the Hollander, suddenly becoming serious again.
""Yes—a ring-tailed roarer.""
""And he hop along so?"" he continued, dropping on his hands and feet and hopping along like a frog.
""Something like that,"" assented Crockett.
""And his mouth open, mit his tongue hanging in?""
""Yes—yes: which way did he go?""
""Yaw; I hash not seen notting of him!""
And again the Dutchman laughed until he was ready to fall off the log, all the while cramming his mouth with food.
There was no little humor in Colonel Crockett, and the round fat Dutchman, shaking with laughter, like so much jelly, was more then he could stand, and throwing back his head, he made the forest ring with his own mirth...