He had a nice "little wad o' money" when he left the camp and started for La Crosse, but he had been robbed in his hotel the first night in the city, and was left nearly penniless.

It was a great blow to him, for, as he said, every cent of that money "stood fer hard knocks an' poor feed.

When I smelt of it I could jest see the cold, frosty mornin's and the late nights.

I could feel the hot sun on my back like it was when I worked in the harvest-field.

By jingo! It kind o' made my toes curl up." But he went resolutely out to work again, and here he was chopping wood in old man Bacon's yard, thinking busily on the talk which had just passed between him and Marietta.
"By jingo!" he said all at once, stopping short, with the ax on his shoulder.