CHAPTER XVII.
The Clients of Aaron Green.
"And so there were no lawyers in Wolfville ?" I said.

The Old Cattleman filled his everlasting pipe, lighted it, and puffed experimentally.
There was a handful of wordless moments devoted to pipe.

Then, as one satisfied of a smoky success, he turned attention to me and my remark.
"Lawyers in Wolfville ?" he repeated.

"Not in my day; none whatever! It's mighty likely though that some of 'em's done come knockin' along by now.

Them jurists is a heap persistent, not to say diffoosive, an' soon or late they shore trails into every camp.