Abner 'l hear ter ye, an all on em would. I don' see's nobody else in
taown kin dew nothin. Ezry an me wuz a talkin baout ye overt' the
mill, an Ezry says, 'Le's gwover ter see him.' I says, 'Git right
inter my cart, an we'll go,' an so here we be."
"I can't very well mix in, you see," replied Perez, "for I'm going to
leave town for good the first of the week."
"Whar be ye goin?"
"I'm going to take father and mother and Reuben over the York line, to
New Lebanon, and then I'm going on to the Chenango purchase to clear a
farm and settle with them."
"Sho! I wanter know," exclaimed Israel, scratching his head. "Wal, I
swow," he added, thoughtfully, "I don't blame ye a mite, arter all.
This ere state o' Massachusetts Bay, ain't no place fer a poor man,
sence the war, an ye'll find lots o' Stockbridge folks outter
Chenango. They's a lot moved out thar."
"Ef I war ten year younger I'd go long with ye," said Ezra, "darned ef
I wouldn't. I callate thar muss be a right good chance fer a gristmill
out thar."
"Wal, Ezry," said Israel, after a pause, "I don' see but wat we've hed
our trouble fer nothin, an I declar I dunno wat's gonter be did. The
silk stockins be a tryin tew fetch back the ole times, an the people
be a raisin Cain, an wat's a gonter come on't Goramity on'y knows.
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