Uncle Sam gave it to me on my birthday, and I would not have taken 50 pounds for it.

With this I hurried to that bridge of fear, which I had not yet brought myself to go across; and then, not to tell any story about it, I snipped a little hole in the corner of my pocket, while my hand was still steady ere I had to mount the bridge.

Then pinching that hole up with a squeeze, I ran and got upon that wicked bridge, and then let go.

The heavy gold coin fell upon the rotten plank, and happily rolled into the water, as if it were glad not to tempt its makers to any more sin for the sake of it.
Shutting up thought, for fear of despising myself for the coinage of such a little trick, I hurried across the long meadow to the mill, and went through the cow-gate into the yard, and the dog began to bark at me.

Seeing that he had a strong chain on, I regarded him with lofty indignation.