I jist keep right straight along, an' I kin beat dat dar ole mule, all holler.
Jist gim me yer letters, an' I'll tote 'em ober dar fur ten cents.

Ye see I wuz cotched on dis side de creek, an' wuz jist comin ober to see Aunt Judy, when she telled me ob dis job.

I'll tote yer letters, Mah'sr Harry, fur ten cents fur de bag-full." "I haven't a bag-full," said Harry; "but I reckon you'll have to take them.

There's nobody else about, it seems, and I can't leave the station." So Uncle Braddock was engaged as telegraph-boy, and Harry having promised him twenty cents to go to Hetertown and to return with any telegrams that were there awaiting transmission to the other side of the creek, the old man set off with his little package, in high good humor with the idea of earning money by no harder work than walking a few miles.
Shortly after noon, he returned with a few messages from Hetertown, and by that time there were some for him to carry back.

So he made two trips and forty cents that day--quite an income for Uncle Braddock.
In the evening, Jim Haskins made his appearance with his mule.