He took a fancy to that land-agent, and he used to go and set in his office and ask him what he should do.

'I hain't got any horses, I hain't got any cows, I hain't got any pigs, I hain't got any chickens.

I hain't got anything to do from sun-up to sun-down.' The fellow said the tears used to run down the old fellow's cheeks, and if he hadn't been so busy himself he believed he should 'a' cried, too.

But most o' people thought old Dryfoos was down in the mouth because he hadn't asked more for his farm, when he wanted to buy it back and found they held it at a hundred and fifty thousand.

People couldn't believe he was just homesick and heartsick for the old place.