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And I knew, by my father’s tone and manner, that
he was satisfied with my conduct. But he did not
know anything about my struggles on the hay-mow.
About the middle of a cold Saturday afternoon, a
few-days afterwards, the ten lots of Squire Hall’s wood
were sawn, split, and neatly piled up in the wood-
house, ready for winter use. An agreeable sight it was
to look upon. After laying the last stick, I got down
and stood surveying every part of it with deep interest.
There was a degree of satisfaction in thinking how it
had arisen by ee own industry. I thought how long
the work seemed to be when I laid the first stick; but,
even stick by stick, how fast the work went on! and
now it was completed. And that even with Mr. Merry’s -
approval, too; for he came in, with his saw, just then. -
“You have done your part we//, boy,” said he; and
they were remarkable words for Mr. Merry to use, for
he seldom chose to be pleased with anything a boy
‘did or could do. He filed his saw and busied himself
about something, while I lingered in sight, hoping to

hear something of my pay.
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