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one asked me such a question. " I 've been fol¬
lowing the water, and I got away round to New-
Orleans, and from there to St. Louis. Now I 'm
going on through the country, on by Vandalia, to
see my cousin."
" Well, old fellow," the man said; "you had
better hire yourself out to me. Don't you want
to cut some cord wood ?"
" What sort of pay will you give me ? " said I.
" Haifa dollar a-day," he answered.
" What will you pay me in ?" I asked.
" Well, would n't you like to have a gun ?"
" What sort of a gun?"
" This one," he said, patting the one he held.
" That gun 's of no account," I said; and here
I staggered again.
" It s very good to shoot ducks with," he made
" Oh," I said; "the land's so wet that you
can't travel by it, let alone going into the water
after ducks. But I think I '11 take your offer,
for the weather is so bad, I don't suppose I shall
be able to get along very well."
" Well," he answered, " you go up to the house
yonder, and I '11 go to Vandalia road to get some