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takes to roUin'. An' them ere hills at Sedalia 

 is like the ones back aroun' your farm, mighty 

 handy ef ye got any rolUn' to do. Hain't it 

 awful!" 



The "awfulness" seemed to affect the old 

 lady with undisguised mirth; for, while inci- 

 dents of this nature may not add to the gayety 

 of nations, it is not to be denied that they 

 greatly aid the hilarity of monotonous country 

 places. 



Another use for the kames. Sedalia is in 

 the heart of the kames of the terminal moraine 

 a dozen miles to the south. 



"Tom Weir 's gone into the concrete busi- 

 ness," she resumed. 



"Has he?" I was about to say, "Who is 

 he?" when I recalled the conversation heard 

 some time before in regard to his work among 

 the hills. 



"Yes, I reckon he has all he kin do puttin' 

 in floors, walks, cellars, an' even houses, all 

 'roun' through the country." 



"That's good." 



"Reckon ye 've been to see his mother." 



' ' Not yet ; but I must go some day. It seems 

 the days are never long enough for all I would 

 like to do. But I will call on Mrs. Wier very 

 soon." .,, 



"Times ye 'r trapesin' over them hills after 



