He didn't know what he was, nor yit what he hed bin, an' thet way he run ag'in' Uncle Salters, who was visitin' 'n Allegheny City.

Ha'af my mother's folks they live scattered inside o' Pennsylvania, an' Uncle Salters he visits araound winters.

Uncle Salters he kinder adopted Penn, well knowin' what his trouble wuz; an' he brought him East, an' he give him work on his farm." "Why, I heard him calling Penn a farmer last night when the boats bumped.

Is your Uncle Salters a farmer ?" "Farmer!" shouted Dan.

"There ain't water enough 'tween here an' Hatt'rus to wash the furrer-mould off'n his boots.