Give me twenty minutes of Kirkham and I'll be with you again." He lay down on his back under a tree with his book in hand and his feet resting on the tree trunk well above him.

Soon he was up and at work again.
They hewed a flat surface on opposite sides of the log which Samson had carried and peeled it and raised its lower end on a cross timber.

Then they marked it with a chalk line and sliced it into inch boards with a whip saw, Abe standing on top of the log and Samson beneath it.

Suddenly the saw stopped.

A clear, beautiful voice flung the music of _Sweet Nightingale_ into the timbered hollow.