been educated, "but get down and go round to the other side and give th' cow a kick." But all that Combo and Curricomb did in response was point two long black fingers of scorn at the grey then laugh the with mirth of their tribe, and out of excessive joy with themselves and their new job, embraced each other till they nearly overbalanced.
"Well, if y' can’t be any other dam use—-" snorted old Harry in disgust, "keep your eyes on him till I go and cut one of them saplin’s over there, I'll make the ——-- go!" Whereon he took the axe from its place on the dray and strode off. The niggers, seeing him depart, suddenly exchanged serious words and looks. Disregarding his injunctions, they descended from the lead and pursued him. Harry only became aware of their action when, as he was cutting the sapling, Combo peered curiously over his shoulder like Dick Whiltmgton’s cat.
"Why, dammit," old Llarry said, "didn't I tell y' to stay an' keep a eye on him?" They said nothing in reply that afforded him any help or information.
Taking up the sapling just as it had fallen, Harry started back to the dray. Anticipating him, the blacks raced ahead, and up on to the load again they climbed like two gorillas. They seemed to think they had risked the chance of losing their box seats. They marked their joy at recovering them by once more awakening the echoes of the home mountain with their unearthly yells. For a moment or two old Harry, holding the sapling with both bands, stood contemplating the jib in an undecided sort of
