IN THE SANDY END OF 



A CONNECTICUT 



TOWNSHIP. 



" r I ^HAT nigh mare is a cribber, is n't 

 J_ she, Jim ? 



" Cribber ? Why goddlemitey, yes. 

 All the hosses up this way is cribbers ; 

 or most on 'em is, cause the air is so gol 

 darned good up here that they want to 

 suck 'emselves full of it and keep sucked 

 full, besides what they kin git into their 

 innards reg'lar ways. Say ! you 'd better 

 come up here to stay fer a spell and you 'd 

 git as healthy as a hoss. Whoa thar, 

 Jinny! Whoa thar, Lije ! Git on here 

 quick, you fellers. Whoa, Lijah ! Aint 

 this a mornin' fer trout, though ? Sling 

 them baskets and poles in and git fixed as 

 soon 's you kin." 



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