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a chrysalis; remarking, as she did so,

"I wish, friend, thee would leave off cursing and swearing,
and think upon thy ways."

"What the devil," said Tom, "should I think of _them_ for? 
Last thing ever _I_ want to think of--hang it all!"  And Tom
flounced over, untucking and disarranging everything, in a
manner frightful to behold.

"That fellow and gal are here, I 'spose," said he, sullenly,
after a pause.

"They are so," said Dorcas.

"They'd better be off up to the lake," said Tom; "the
quicker the better."

"Probably they will do so," said Aunt Dorcas, knitting peacefully.

"And hark ye," said Tom; "we've got correspondents in Sandusky,
that watch the boats for us.  I don't care if I tell, now. 
I hope they _will_ get away, just to spite Marks,--the cursed
puppy!--d--n him!"

"Thomas!" said Dorcas.

"I tell you, granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight, I shall
split," said Tom.  "But about the gal,--tell 'em to dress her up
some way, so's to alter her.  Her description's out in Sandusky."

"We will attend to that matter," said Dorcas, with
characteristic composure.

As we at this place take leave of Tom Loker, we may as well
say, that, having lain three weeks at the Quaker dwelling,
sick with a rheumatic fever, which set in, in company with
his other afflictions, Tom arose from his bed a somewhat
sadder and wiser man; and, in place of slave-catching, betook
himself to life in one of the new settlements, where his talents
developed themselves more happily in trapping bears, wolves, and
other inhabitants of the forest, in which he made himself quite a
name in the land.  Tom always spoke reverently of the Quakers. 
"Nice people," he would say; "wanted to convert me, but couldn't
come it, exactly.  But, tell ye what, stranger, they do fix up a
sick fellow first rate,--no mistake.  Make jist the tallest kind
o' broth and knicknacks."
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