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II.When the miserable meal was over, Wylie got a rope and a butcher's knife, and went out to s*******r the steer; but first there was a row, because he thought—or pretended to think—that somebody had been using his knife. He lassoed the beast, drew it up to the rails, and slaughtered it. Meanwhile, Jack and his next brother took an old g*n, let the dogs loose, and went 'possum shooting. Presently Wylie came in again, sat down by the fire, and smoked. The children quarrelled over a boy's book; Mrs. Wylie made weak attempts to keep the peace, but they took no notice of her. Suddenly her husband rose with an oath, seized the novel, and threw it behind the fire. "Git to bed! git to bed!" he roared at the children; "git to bed, or I'll smash your brains with the axe!" They got to bed. It wa
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