But all the time when he wanted money--an' he wanted it putty often I tell ye--the easiest way was to stick on a morgidge; an' after a spell it got so 't he'd have to give a morgidge to pay the int'rist on the other morgidges." "But," said John, "was there nothing to the estate but land ?" "Oh, yes," said David, "old Billy's father left him some consid'able pers'nal, but after that was gone he went into the morgidge bus'nis as I tell ye.

He lived mostly up to Syrchester and around, an' when he got married he bought a place in Syrchester and lived there till Billy P.
was about twelve or thirteen year old, an' he was about fifty.

By that time he'd got 'bout to the end of his rope, an' the' wa'n't nothin' for it but to come back here to Homeville an' make the most o' what the' was left--an' that's what he done, let alone that he didn't make the most on't to any pertic'ler extent.

Mis' Cullom, his wife, wa'n't no help to him.

She was a city woman an' didn't take to the country no way, but when she died it broke old Billy up wus 'n ever.