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Damn niggers work for twenty-five an' thirty cents a day. Run white man out. Good grub, though. Easy livin'." "Yas; useter work little in Toledo, raftin' logs. Make two or three dollars er day in the spring. Lived high. Cold as ice, though, in the winter." "I was raised in northern N'York. O-a-ah, yeh jest oughto live there. No beer ner whisky, though, way off in the woods.

Entering the building he found Farrington sitting behind the counter writing. He looked up as Stephen entered, and laid down his pen. He was affable to all now, for election day was but a week off, and he needed every vote. "Raftin' all done, Steve?" he asked as he handed out the mail. "Yes, all finished," was the reply. "Ye'll be to the p'litical meetin' to-night, Steve, won't ye?"

The booms are near his place whar the raftin' will be done. Sam hauls the stuff fer the gang." "And you don't know how badly Dan is hurt?" "No, I came away at once. I wanted to help the old parson. An' say, Steve, did they find the gold?" "Find it? No. And I don't think they will now. It's a great mystery." "An' they say the parson took it?" "Yes, some do." "An' didn't they find the iron box?"

"I'd been up to the Falls, an' was a-takin' a raft down the river fur Gibson. Sandy Beale was along o' me, an' I dunno ez ever I enjoyed raftin' more 'n on the first o' thet trip. Doubtless yez all knows what purty raftin' it is in them parts.

"Afore ther spring tide comes on with ther thaws an' rains, we builds a splash dam back of 'em an' when we're ready we blows her out an' lets 'em float on down ter ther nighest boom fer raftin'. Ef a flood like this comes on they gits scattered, an' we jest kisses 'em good-bye. Thet's happenin' right now all along these numerous small creeks."

When he was little he was allers buildin' dams in the brook, an' sailin' chips, an' runnin' on the logs; allers choppin' up stickins an' raftin' 'em together in the pond.

When he was little he was allers buildin' dams in the brook, an' sailin' chips, an' runnin' on the logs; allers choppin' up stickins an' raftin' 'em together in the pond.