MY FARM OF EDGEWOOD 



"Work well?" 



"Perfectly well." 



"Fractious any? Them Kanucks is con- 

 trary critters when they 've a mind to be." 



"He is quite gentle." 



"That 's a good p'int; but them that 's 

 worked till they git quiet, kind o' gits the 

 spirit lost out on 'em— ain't so brisk when you 

 put 'em to a waggin. Don't you find it so, 

 Squire?" 



"Not at all." 



"How old, Squire, did ye say he was?" 

 (looking in his mouth again). 



"Seven." 



"Well— I guess he is; a good many figgers 

 nigher that, than he is to tew— any way." 



"Patrick, you had better put this horse up." 



"Hold on, Squire," and taking out his 

 purse, he counts out— "seventy— eighty,— and 

 a five,— and two,— and a fifty— there. Squire, 

 't aint worth talkin' about ; I '11 split the differ- 

 ence with ye, and take the boss." 



"Patrick, put him up." 



At which the customer is puzzled, hesitates, 

 and the horse is entering the stable again, 

 when he breaks out explosively — 



" Well, Squire, here 's your money; but 



you 're the most thunderin' oneasy man for a 



288 



