He was anxious to watch, without loss of time, the settlement of some heavy timbers newly sunk in the river's bed, to defend the outworks of the mill.

Having his good leave to bring him his pipe, I found him sitting upon a bench with a level fixed before him, and his empty plate and cup laid by, among a great litter of tools and things.

He was looking along the level with one eye shut, and the other most sternly intent; but when I came near he rose and raised his broad pith hat, and made me think that I was not interrupting him.
"Here is your pipe, Uncle Sam," I said; for, in spite of all his formal ways, I would not be afraid of him.

I had known him now quite long enough to be sure he was good and kind.

And I knew that the world around these parts was divided into two hemispheres, the better half being of those who loved, and the baser half made of those who hated, Sawyer Sampson Gundry.
"What a queer world it is!" said Mr.Gundry, accepting his pipe to consider that point.