CHAPTER VII 



THE HORSE-AND-BUGGY MAN 



AUGUST 3 found me at Four Oaks in the early 

 afternoon. A great hollow had been dug for the 

 cellar, and Thompson said that it would take 

 but one more full day to finish it. Piles of 

 material gave evidence that the mason was alert, 

 and the house-mover had already dropped his 

 long timbers, winch, and chains by the side of 

 the farm-house. 



While I was discussing matters with Thomp- 

 son, a smart trap turned into the lot, and a well- 

 set-up young man sprang out of the stylish run- 

 about and said, 



Dr. Williams, I hear you want more help on 

 your farm." 



I can use another man or two to advantage, 

 if they are good ones." 



" Well, I don't want to brag, but I guess I am 

 a good one, all right. I ain't afraid of work, and 

 there isn't much that I can't do on a farm. What 

 wages do you pay ? " 



I told him my plan of an increasing wage 

 scale, and he did not object. "That includes 

 horse keep, I suppose ? " said he. 



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