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nice shipwreck, and only three miles sail. Well, there 

 is no other way except rig up and remove all the 

 cause I can and sail on. It is no small job to take off 

 forty wheels and clean off all this grease and rosin on 

 the arms and in the hubs, and yet it is the only way 

 out of this trouble. I suppose I shall have to learn 

 by experience like all other heedless fools. I think 

 when I put any more rosin in wagon hubs "They 

 Say " will know it. This is the way I reasoned with 

 myself. It was too late to use judgment and sense 

 on this job. The wreck had already happened. 



After greasing up, I set sail again. It was down 

 hill for a few miles, to Lake Cayuga I crossed this 

 lake on a ferry-boat. It was small, and we had to 

 make two trips to get all over. It had rained hard all 

 the night before, and the roads were somewhat muddy 

 and slippery. There was no way out of this small 

 town except to climb a long, steep, muddy clay hill, 

 but it must be done. 



After the wagons had stood a while it was almost 

 impossible for the horses to start them. The rosin 

 had crumbled off and ground up with the grease, and 

 I must say it is the poorest axle grease I ever had on 

 a wagon. I took the lead with my train and suc- 

 ceeded in getting it about a mile up this hill. After 

 waiting a long time I saw the other train coming with 

 only one wagon. 



'' Beach," said I, " What's the i^cket now ? " 



"The horses could not draw all of the train. I 

 commenced to drop off some and this is all I could get 

 up with. That rosin has set the wheels on some. 

 They are scattered all along down the bill." 



