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stumps, and uneven ground." " Oh, no," says he ; " he 

 does all my work ; he thinks nothing of a ton of hay ; and 

 a saw log, two foot through, he snakes along slick as can 

 be." I should honestly judge that an animal that could 

 drag a ton of hay on such wheels as those, over his 

 rough clearings, could carry, in a wagon constructed 

 on an ordinary model, ten tons easily. The old man 

 had a granddaughter, some ten years old, that quite 

 surprised me. Her complexion, without having the 

 least sickly hue, was of that exceeding fairness so rarely 

 seen. Her head was covered with a mass of dark 

 auburn ringlets, which fell in a golden shower about 

 her neck. Her eye was large, of a dark hazel color, 

 and dreamy, over which closed long and equally dark 

 lashes. No painter could have drawn a more perfect 

 brow. Her mouth wanted delicacy of formation to 

 make it correspond with the other features. But for 

 this she would have been almost faultless. As she sat 

 there in her rags and bare feet I could not but reflect 

 on her certain destiny, and how different it might have 

 7been. I never can see such a cast of features without 

 believing there must be latent, if not developed germs 

 of refinement, perhaps of genius. How many wealthy 

 parents would give half their fortunes to have such a 



