THE POOR WOODCUTTER.. 15

 

Mr. Edgar felt that six dollars was very
high. Five and a half he had fixed asa
maximum rate in his mind.

“Well, I suppose I must take it,” fell
from his lips in company with asigh. And
he moved down toward the great piles of
wood on the wharf, to look at the article
he was purchasing. The carter and saw-

‘yer were by his side. After selecting the
wood, he inquired of the former as to the
price of hauling.

“ Three ’ levies,” replied the carter.

“Too much. I have never paid over
half-a-dollar a cord.”

“It’s the regular price for half a cord of
hickory,” returned the carter.

“‘ What are you going to charge me for
sawing ?” asked Mr. Edgar, turning towards
a poor Irishman, who stood by with his
saw on his arm.

“‘ How many cuts will there be ?”

“Two. I want it sawed intothree pieces.”

“That will be just a cord ?”

“Yes.”
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