. William Henry and his friends . Mr. Carvers to sell! Twasnt OldWalls to give him ! Then, He, he, he ! Chuckle,chuckle, chuckle ! I cant tell you all the talk, because I havent patienceto ; and my arm isnt so dreadful limber yet. But Petetold Bunkum that Old Wall, as he called him, had togo to law with Sam. Longs grandfather about a range;and that he (Pete) was called up for a witness, and liedin court so to help Old Wall get his case. You see, I was hearing it all, looking over the edge. Whatd you do that for ? I hollered out. You ought tove seen how it sobered down that oldfeller when I yel
. William Henry and his friends . Mr. Carvers to sell! Twasnt OldWalls to give him ! Then, He, he, he ! Chuckle,chuckle, chuckle ! I cant tell you all the talk, because I havent patienceto ; and my arm isnt so dreadful limber yet. But Petetold Bunkum that Old Wall, as he called him, had togo to law with Sam. Longs grandfather about a range;and that he (Pete) was called up for a witness, and liedin court so to help Old Wall get his case. You see, I was hearing it all, looking over the edge. Whatd you do that for ? I hollered out. You ought tove seen how it sobered down that oldfeller when I yelled at him ! And how he stared! What dye want to lie for ? I hollered. Oh ! you keep still, says he. But afterwards I got it out of him. WILLIAM HENRY AND HIS FRIENDS. 169 Old Wall was rich, says he, and found work fora good many hands. I wras poorern poverty, and hada little family about me, and couldnt get nothing to dowithout he let me have work. That ere range, if it cutoff that ere lot,, would have to run sos to take a good. slice off his property; and he gin me to understand,that, if my talk went agin him, no more work. So you lied ! says I. So whose do you call that lot ? Lors ! says he, twont make one bit o shant never tell. (Course he wouldnt! Might be 170 WILLIAM HENRY AND HIS FRIENDS. taken up for perjury.) You neednt let on nothing aboutit. Them Longs is well off. Taint all one an as ifthey was poor tudies. Theyve got no eend o wood-land ! says the old scamp. I cant sit up straight, and make my arm go longenough to write any more, only just to say that I got achance home early next morning with Dr. heen down to see Angelines child. Didnt getvery many squirrels. Lost two by the little Bruelscamps looking in the box and lettin em out. From your friend, SWEET WILLIAM (HENRY). P. S. — Im saving that squirrel for Maggie. Ive gota tip-top cage for it! — S. W. H. The day, and particularly the evening, of William Henrysunlucky expedition, was n
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