be no hard matter to get the Jack to sing the rest of his tune!"

"The ass has spoken, but Balaam is silent!" cried the bee-hunter,
catching his breath after a repeated burst of noisy mirth, that might
possibly have added to the panic of the buffaloes by its vociferation.
"The man is as completely dumb-founded, as if a swarm of young bees
had settled on the end of his tongue, and he not willing to speak, for
fear of their answer."

"How now, friend," continued the trapper, addressing the still
motionless and entranced naturalist; "how now, friend; are you, who
make your livelihood by booking the names and natur's of the beasts of
the fields and the fowls of the air, frightened at a herd of
scampering buffaloes? Though, perhaps, you are ready to dispute my
right to call them by a word, that is in the mouth of every hunter and
trader on the frontier!"

The old man was however mistaken, in supposing he could excite the
benumbed faculties of the Doctor, by provoking a discussion. From that
time, henceforth, he was never known, except on one occasion, to utter
a word that indicated either the species, or the genus, of the animal.
He obstinately refused the nutritious food of the whole ox family, and
even to the present hour, now that he is established in all the
scientific dignity and security of a savant in one of the maritime
towns, he turns his back with a shudder on those delicious and
unrivalled viands, that are so often seen at the suppers of the craft,
and which are unequalled by any thing, that is served under the same
name, at the boasted chop-houses of London, or at the most renowned of
the Parisian restaurants. In short, the distaste of the worthy
naturalist for beef was not unlike that which the shepherd sometimes