going into
trade, or maybe I may move off to the Genessee; they say they are carryin on a
great stroke of business that-a-way. If the wust comes to the wust, I can but
work at my trade, for I was brought up in a shoe manufactory.«
    It would seem, that Marmaduke did not think his society of sufficient value,
to attempt inducing him to remain where he was; for he addressed no further
discourse to the man, but turned his attention to other subjects. - After a
short pause, Hiram ventured a question: -
    »What news doos the Judge bring us from the legislater? it's not likely that
congress has done much this session; or maybe the French haven't fit any more
battles lately?«
    »The French, since they have beheaded their king, have done nothing but
fight,« returned the Judge. »The character of the nation seems changed. I knew
many French gentlemen, during our war, and they all appeared to me to be men of
great humanity and goodness of heart; but these Jacobins are as blood-thirsty as
bull-dogs.«
    »There was one Roshambow wid us, down at Yorrek-town,« cried the landlady;
»a mighty pratty man he was too; and their horse was the very same. It was there
that the Sargeant got the hurt in the leg, from the English batteries, bad luck
to 'em.«
    »Ah! mon pauvre Roi!« murmured Monsieur Le Quoi.
    »The legislature have been passing laws,« continued Marmaduke, »that the
country much required. Among others, there is an act, prohibiting the drawing of
seines, at any other than proper seasons, in certain of our streams and small
lakes; and another, to prohibit the killing of deer in the teeming months. These
are laws that were loudly called for, by judicious men; nor do I despair of
getting an act, to make the unlawful felling of timber a criminal offence.«
    The hunter listened to this detail with breathless attention, and when the
Judge had ended, he laughed in open derision.
    »You may make your laws, Judge,« he cried, »but who will you find to watch
the mountains through the long summer days, or the lakes at night? Game is game,
and he who finds may kill; that has been the law in these mountains for forty
years, to my sartain knowledge; and I think one old law is worth two new ones.
None but a green-one would