A man may be either honest or lazy and got rich; but a man who Is both honest and indolent is doomed.

Bob lived in a cabin on the Anderson farm, and when not hired by Samuel Anderson he did days' work here and there, riding to and from his labor on a raw-boned mare, that was the laughing-stock of the county.

Bob pathetically called her Splinter-shin, and he always rode bareback, for the very good reason that he had neither saddle nor sheepskin.
[Illustration: "I WANT TO BUY YOUR PLACE."] "Mr.Anderson," said Bob, standing in the door and trying to straighten the chronic stoop out of his shoulders, "I want to buy your place." If Bob had said that he wanted to be elected president Samuel Anderson could not have been more surprised.
"You look astonished; but folks don't know everything.

I 'low I know how to lay by a little.

But I never could git enough to buy a decent kind of a tater-patch.