Ye must feel mighty proud o' yer belongins." "Jim, I'm a lawyer; it's my business.

I do what I'm hired to do." "Well," responded Jim, "I don't know nothin' about lawyers, but I'd rather be a natural born cuss nor a hired one." Yates laughed, but Jim was entirely sober.

The lawyer saw that he was unwelcome, and that the sooner he was out of Jim's way, the better that freely speaking person would like it.

So he said quietly: "Jim, I see that I am not welcome, but I bear you no ill will.

Keep me to-night, and to-morrow show me this man's bones, and sign a certificate of the statements you have made to me, and I will leave you at once." The woodsman made no more objection, and the next morning, after breakfast, the three men went together and found the place of the pauper's burial.