"Here, len's a hand with that barge." This was to the man who was helping him, and who now seized hold of another basket, which was hoisted into its place.
Then more baskets were piled up, the light flower barges being put at the top, till the cart began to look like a mountain as it stood there with the shafts and hind portion supported by pieces of wood.
"Look ye here," said Ike, waving his arms about from the top of the pile of baskets, and addressing me as if from a rostrum.

"When you loads a cart, reck'lect as all your weight's to come on your axle-tree.

Your load's to be all ballancy ballancy, you see, so as you could move it up or down with a finger." "Oh yes, I see!" I cried.
"Oh yes, you see--now I've telled you," said Ike.

"People as don't know how to load a cart spyles their hosses by loading for'ard, and getting all the weight on the hoss's back, or loading back'ards, and getting all the pull on the hoss's belly-band." "Yes, I see clearly now," I said.
"Of course you do! Now you see my load here's so reg'lated that when I take them props away after the horse is in, all that weight'll swing on the axle-tree, and won't hurt the horse at all.

That's what I call loading up to rights." "You've got too much weight behind, Ike," said Old Brownsmith, who came up just then, and was looking on from opposite one wheel of the cart.
"No, no, she's 'bout right," growled Ike to himself.
"You had better put another barge on in front.