116 THE CLERK OF THE WOODS 



sidewalk and were " pitching cents." It was 

 like an old daguerreotype. One of the game- 

 sters was having hard luck, but was taking 

 it merrily. " I owe you six," I heard him 

 say, as his coin stood on edge and rolled per- 

 versely away from the knife-blade. 



This was very near to "Meeting-house 

 Green." I hope I am doing no harm to 

 speak of it. 



