He went to a dance at Clary's Grove last night and they shut him up in a barrel with a small dog and rolled 'em down hill in it.
I reckon that's how he learnt how to growl." In the laughter that followed the sleeper awoke.
"You see there's quite an undercurrent beneath the placid surface of our enterprise," Abe added.
The sleeper whose name was William Berry rose and stretched himself and was introduced to the newcomer.

He was a short, genial man, of some thirty years, with blond, curly hair and mustache.

On account of his shortness and high color he was often referred to as the Billberry shortcake.

His fat cheeks had a color as definite as that of the blossoms on his shirt, now rather soiled.

His prominent nose shared their glow of ruddy opulence.