They are a mighty scarce article now-a-days. But rabbits
ain't worth shucks. It is a job to skin 'em, they are so tender; and
they won't fetch nothing."
"How about musk-rats?"
"Got an eye to business, eh?"
"If I am lucky enough to catch one, I should like to sell the skin."
"Well, musquash pays if it is skun right."
"How is that? A skin is a skin, isn't it?"
"Yes; but a skin with the head on is one thing, and a skin with the head
off is another, as you will find out if you ever try it on."
"I shouldn't think that would make any difference."
"It does a heap. A quarter is the most you can get without the head."
"And with it?"
"Fifty cents for a big one."
"Is that so?"
"Well, it is."
"I am very glad you told me," said Bertie.
"It is a little thing worth knowing," returned Jack. "Never caught a
pole-cat, I take it."
"I never caught anything," said Bertie.
"Seen 'em?"
"I don't know that ever I did."
"Smelt 'em?"
Bertie confessed that he had no acquaintance whatever with the animal,
but mentioned that once they found a skunk in Charley's chicken-house
sucking eggs, and they killed it.
"Him's um," said Jack.
"Oh!"
"Didn't cook it, I suppose."
"Cook it!"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"Eat, of course."
Bertie could not conceal his disgust.
"You needn't turn up your nose at _him_," continued Jack. "Good eating
_he_ is. Tender as a sucking pig, and tastes so nigh like I'd stump
_you_ to tell the difference.
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