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large frame house, and wanted to make some addition 

 to it. I went to every door in the building to seek 

 some one who could tell me where to find him, but all 

 wns as quiet as the grave. I then went to a smaller 

 building, and knocked. As no one answered, after 

 knocking three times, I pushed open the door, and 

 entered. In one comer of a miserable room I found 

 an empty bedstead, with broken legs; carpenter's t<x>ls 

 lay on the table and floor, and a collin stood in another 

 corner. At the foot of the bed, on the bare earth, lay 

 a man, with his head on one of the broken legs of the 

 bedstead; his right arm was under his head, the left 

 lay across his face, so that I could only see the dark 

 hair; the hands were spotted red and black, I thought 

 from the paint of the collin. 1 asked him if he knew 

 where Mr. Fisher was. lie gave no answer : I sup- 

 posed him to be asleep, and he appeared to be ill. I 

 went out again quite quietly, and tried some other 

 doors ; but they were all locked, and not a soul to be 

 seen. I went back again to the sleeper, and although 

 I called loudly, and shook him by the shoulder, I 

 could get no answer, and came away much vexed. At 

 length, after a great deal of trouble, I found Mnf 

 Fisher, and had my trouble ibr my pains, for he had 

 tio work to give me. In the course of conversation. 1 

 inquired about the man in the hut, and was told that 

 he had died the day before of smallpox: my blood 

 ran cold at the words. The doctor had stated the 

 nature of his di.-ea>e, and desired that nobody should 

 go near him ; and as the man wa-s poor, without a cent 

 in the world, he had shut the door, and never been 

 near him again. The poor fellow had been left to 



