. The long ago. uge shoulders and great beardand hair and doubt that his forebears had done allthat he credited to them. Somehow, Old Pete seemed more real than mostmen you knew—except grandfather, of was something unexplainable in the man andhis work that rang true—something that was sowholesome and sound. He wasnt like old Haw-kins, the grocer—hed as lief give you a rotten appleas not if he could smuggle it into the bag withoutyou seeing him; and Kline the candy-man sometimessold you old hard stuff mixed with the fresh. ButOld Pete here—he just worked honest and steady—out in th
. The long ago. uge shoulders and great beardand hair and doubt that his forebears had done allthat he credited to them. Somehow, Old Pete seemed more real than mostmen you knew—except grandfather, of was something unexplainable in the man andhis work that rang true—something that was sowholesome and sound. He wasnt like old Haw-kins, the grocer—hed as lief give you a rotten appleas not if he could smuggle it into the bag withoutyou seeing him; and Kline the candy-man sometimessold you old hard stuff mixed with the fresh. ButOld Pete here—he just worked honest and steady—out in the open—at a fixed v/age—and he did anhonest job and was proud of it even if it was onlysawing wood. He worked faithfully until it wasdone, and then he got a good word and a bowl ofcoffee and his wages in gold and silver—and wenthis way rejoicing, leaving behind him the glory oflabor well performed blending with the refreshingfragrance of new-cut logs that sifted through thecracks of the old TheRain
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