"I thought up a heap of things I've heard lately, and they'll fill up mighty well.

That there poem of Miss Seliny's was a kind of an inspiration to me, and I tried one myself, and it didn't come hard at all.

When I got started once, it jest seemed to flow from me.
I didn't set none of it up," he added modestly, but with evident consciousness of having unearthed genius in himself and an elate foreknowledge of the treat in store for his companions.

"I thought I'd ort to see how you liked it first." He offered the papers to Mr.Parker, but the foreman shook his head.
"You read it, Ross," I said.

"I don't believe I feel hearty enough to-day.