He's Jest everlastin' farmer.

Why, Harve, I've seen thet man hitch up a bucket, long towards sundown, an' set twiddlin' the spigot to the scuttle-butt same's ef 'twuz a cow's bag.

He's thet much farmer.

Well, Penn an' he they ran the farm--up Exeter way, 'twuz.

Uncle Salters he sold it this spring to a jay from Boston as wanted to build a summerhaouse, an' he got a heap for it.