Dreaming Bob 135 



tools lawyers use to chisel folks out o' what 

 they've got. They're no use," he remarked, 

 with much disappointment in his voice and 

 manner. 



" They're not always that bad, either 

 documents or lawyers," I suggested. " But 

 come, what sort of a place was it ?" 



" You see," he continued, as if not in- 

 tending to give me a direft reply or one at 

 all, " I never saw the real spot to know it, 

 and daddy never told, and p'r'aps he hadn't 

 nothin', but that was my notion, and the 

 spot was like this that I see in my dream. 

 There was a big chestnut, and a squatty- 

 like black oak, and an ash-tree kind o' bent 

 over, and the ground sort o* high and mossy- 

 like between 'em. I go there every night 

 o' my life in my dream, and just as I find 

 the thing " 



"What thing?" I asked. 



"It's chest-like, only black, and brass 

 nails in the lid," he explained. 



" Where was your father's house ? Just 

 where did it stand ?" I asked. 



" That's just the trouble. I got nothin' 

 to go by, and only sort o' guess it stood 

 where the big clay-pits now is. I've squatted 



