There was a general movement of opposition in the group, but no decided answer.
"Kin you go, Kerg?"
"Who's to look up stock in Strarberry per-ar-ie?"
This seemed to imply a negative, and the old man turned to another hopeful, who was pulling the fur from a mangy bear-skin on which he was lying, with an expression as though it were somebody's hair.
"Well, Tom, wot's to hinder you from goin'?"
"Mam 's goin' to Brown's store at sun-up, and I s'pose I've got to pack her and the baby agin."
I think the expression of scorn this unfortunate youth exhibited for the filial duty into which he had been evidently beguiled, was one of the finest things I had ever seen.
"Wise?"
Wise deigned no verbal reply, but figuratively thrust a worn and patched boot into the discourse. The old man flushed quickly.
"I told ye to get Brown to give you a pair the last time you war down the river."
"Said he would n't without'en order. Said it was like pulling gum-teeth to get the money from you even then."
There was a grim smile at this local hit at the old man's parsimony, and Wise, who was clearly the privileged wit of the family, sank back in honorable retirement.
