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him an' jus' boxes. I thinks to myse'f, here's 

 a shoregood feller to get into th' woods with, 

 f'r he's got things to eat f ' m alfybet to izzard. 

 He hops down f m th' waggin-seat an' he says, 

 * Is Fergy the guide here ? ' says he, an' I says, 

 1 1 be.' He says, ( I heard o' you a many times,' 

 says he. ' They tells me/ says he, * that you're 

 a good, careful, sober, truthful man,' he says, 

 an' I says, 'I be.' He says, 'I need you f'r 

 thirty days. Just pick out a camp an' take my 

 things to it, an' you'll have the happies' mont' 

 o' your life, 7 he says. I looked at th' boxes, an' 

 I smiles. . . . This feller, he broke open his 

 boxes that night, an' I stood roun' waiting to 

 stick a tooth inter som'p'n' worth rememberin'. 

 Well, sir, he had butterfly nets, an' nets weaved 

 like spider webs, an' books with funny names, 

 an' the Jim Hill knows what he didn' have, 

 'cep' som'p'n to eat. . . . He were a pale feller, 

 with his breas' sunk in. He had a long face, an' 

 his forrid stuck out so's it made his head look 

 like a lobsided shack. He says to me nex 

 mornin', chewin' ham, * This is glorious. The 

 doctor ordered me to come out here 'cos I bin 

 studyin' too hard. I been writin' a book called 

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