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Updated: June 4, 2025
"But I've the best voice," said the tiger-shell; it is called tiger-shell because it looks like a panther. "Oh! tut, tut!" said the common garden-snail, "I'm more in demand than any other snail in the world; you'll find me all over the flower-beds in the summer, and in the winter I lie in the wood-shed in a cabbage tub. They call me uninteresting, but they can't do without me."
A fellow who brushed his hair, and put on shoes, and came into the parlor when there was company, was not well seen among the fellows; he was regarded in some degree as a girl-boy; a boy who wished to stand well with other boys kept in the wood-shed, and only went in as far as the kitchen to get things for his guests in the back-yard.
"Down there by the wood-shed." Her voice trembled. "They'll make good kindlin'." Over the space where two or three sound posts were standing, she spoke to her sister. There was something strident in her voice, as if she pleaded for strength to break the web of years. "You better have some o' them boards." "Mebbe I had," said Sophy. "Here, Wilfred," called Gardener Jim.
"I don't know," returned Katrine, evasively, with heightened colour; "but he told me he would do so, and I know he will. How is Tim to-day?" she added suddenly, to divert the conversation. The mother looked round. "Tim!" she called; "where is that child? Katie, you go and look if you can see him in the wood-shed." Katrine crossed the room to the lean-to attached to the cabin and looked in.
When Uncle Nathan took us out under his little wood-shed, and showed us, or rather modestly permitted us to see, his nearly finished canoe, it was like a first glimpse of some new and unknown genius of the woods or streams. It sat there on the chips and shavings and fragments of bark like some shy delicate creature just emerged from its hiding-place, or like some wild flower just opened.
"I'll drive one," said Joel, so he ran out to the tool-house, as one corner of the wood-shed was called, and brought in the hammer and one or two nails. "Phronsie's a-goin' in the middle," he said, with a nail in his mouth. "Yes, I'm a-goin' to hang up my stockin'," cried the child, hopping from one toe to the other. "Run get it, Phronsie," said Joel, "and I'll hang it up for you.
Unfortunately for Bruno he chose this time to rummage in the wood-shed for bones.
"Doesn't seem to want anything particular," replies the other. "It's a curious sort of train. Seems to be a bit dotty, if you ask me." "Um," muses the station-master, "it's a rum go. Well, I suppose we must let it stop here a bit now. We can hardly turn it out a night like this. Oh, let it make itself comfortable in the wood-shed till the morning, and then we will see if we can find its friends."
But after I had had him awhile, I made an analysis based on his appearance and character, and concluded that he was mainly blood-hound, shaded with wolf-dog and mastiff, and picked out with touches of bull-dog. The man brought him home for me, and chained him up in an unused wood-shed, for I had no doghouse as yet.
He was employed to build a wood-shed for a black-salter, ten miles away from his mother's house, and when the job was finished his employer fell into conversation with him, and being a man of limited acquirements himself, was impressed by the boy's surprising stock of knowledge. "You kin read, you kin write, and you are death on figgers," he said to him one day.
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