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"I bin waitin' for him, an' I'll git him of it takes all winter. I'll / git him -- plumb."
The speaker smoothed the barrel of his rifle with mittened hand, which / had, however, a trigger-finger free. With black eyebrows twitching over / sunken grey eyes, he looked doggedly down the frosty valley from the / ledge of high rock where he sat. The face was rough and weather-beaten, / with the deep tan got in the open life of a land of much sun and little / cloud, and he had a beard which, untrimmed and growing wild, made him / look ten years older than he was.