CHAPTER VII 
THE HORSE-AND-BUGGY MAN 
Aveust 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 
oa there isn’t much that I can’t do ona farm. What 
wages do you pay?” 
I told him my plan of an increasing wage 
seale, and he did not object. “That includes 
horse keep, I suppose ?” said he. 
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