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The new-comer went slowly up the ladder, looked at my work, and then

took out a sain,

stropped the knife on his boot, went up, and paredoff a very thin smooth piece of bark

"Good!" he said as he wiped his knife, came down, and put the knife

away; "but your knife wanted a touch on a bit o' Turkey-stone How are

you, Ezra?"

Old Brownsot up off the bushel basket

slowly, and shook hands

"Fairly, Solomon, fairly; and how are you?"

"Tidy," said the visitor, "tidy;" and he stared very hard at me "This

is him, is it?"

"Yes, this is he, Solomon Grant, my lad, this is ht at home

"Shake hands How are you?" said Mr Solomon; and I shook hands with

him and said I was quite well, I thanked him; and he said, "Hah!"

"He has just cooing to take you back"

"Take

you don't like?"

"No, o