"
"Why, no, I can't--let's hear," was the response of the wagoner,
somewhat astounded by the volubility of his new acquaintance.
"Well, then, I'll tell you. He sent me away, to make my fortin, and git
my edication, 'mongst them who was 'cute themselves, and maybe that an't
the best school for larning a simple boy ever went to. It was sharp edge
agin sharp edge. It was the very making of me, so far as I was made."
"Well, now, that is a smart way, I should reckon, to get one's
edication. And in this way I suppose you larned how to chop with your
little poleaxe. Dogs! but you've made me as smart a looking axle as I
ever tacked to my team."
"I tell you, friend, there's nothing like sich an edication. It does
everything for a man, and he larns to make everything out of nothing. I
could make my bread where these same Indians wouldn't find the skin of a
hoe-cake; and in these woods, or in the middle of the sea, t'ant
anything for me to say I can always fish up some notion that will sell
in the market.
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