When he awoke the next morning, he felt in his pocket for the half
dollar, but his astonishment cannot be described at finding it
metamorphosed into a stone. He rubbed his eyes, but the more he rubbed
them, the more like a stone it looked:—decidedly a stone! He thought of
witchcraft, but presently recollecting that he had taken a drop too
much, just before the bargain under the apple-tree, he became of opinion
that he had been cheated, and that the crafty rogue who had bought his
fox-skin, had taken advantage of his circumstances to palm off a stone
upon him for silver. Bob started upon his legs at the very thought. “A
rascal!” he exclaimed, “I’ll catch him if he’s above ground!” No sooner
said than done. Out he sallied in a tremendous chafe, determined to
pursue the rogue to the further end of the state. He questioned every
person he met, whether he had not seen a crafty-looking caitiff sharking
about the town and buying fox-skins, but nobody seemed to know any such
creature. He ran up and down the road, called at Major Shute’s tavern,
at Deacon Grabbit’s store, at Colonel Crabapple’s grocery, at Tim
Thumper’s shoemaker’s shop, at Cobb’s bank and at Slouch’s corner, but
not a soul had seen the man with the fox-skin. Bob was half out of his
wits at being thus baulked in his chase, never imagining he was all the
while in pursuit of an innocent little bob o’link.
In great vexation at this disappointment, he was slowly plodding his way
homeward, when he came in sight of the spot where he had made this
unfortunate traffic with the roguish unknown. “Oh apple-tree!” he
exclaimed, “if thou bee’st an honest apple-tree, tell me what has become
of my fox-skin.” He looked up as he uttered these words, and to his
astonishment, there was his fox-skin, dangling in the air at the end of
a branch! He knew not what to make of so strange an adventure, but he
was nevertheless overjoyed to recover his property, and climbing the
tree, threw it to the ground. The tree was old and hollow; in
descending, he thrust his foot into an opening in the trunk, some
distance above the ground, and felt something loose inside. He drew it
out and found it was a heavy lump, which he imagined at first to be a
stone wrapped round with a cloth. It proved, however, on examination, to
be a bag of dollars!
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