In fact, he wore scarcely anything else--only part of a very old pair of canvas trousers, which he made comfortable and according to his taste by cutting down at the top, so as to get rid of the waist, and tearing close in the fork till the legs were about three inches long.
I remember it all so well: seeing the foreloper come striding along by the foremost pair of oxen, holding one of them by its horn, and carrying a long, thin pole like a very big fishing-rod over his shoulder, for use instead of a whip to guide the oxen.

Yes, I recollect it as if it were only yesterday.

I looked at him, and he looked at me.

My eyes were fixed upon those trousers; and I burst out, boy-like, into the heartiest fit of laughter I ever had.

As I laughed his eyes opened wider and wider, and the corners of his mouth began to creep back farther and farther till they nearly disappeared.