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The ants an' the squgs an' the crickets an' bugs - came out in a
mighty array.
Some came down from Barleytown an' the neighbouring city o' Rye.
An' the little black people they climbed every steeple
An' sat looking up at the sky.
They came fer t' see what a wedding might be an' they
furnished the cake an' the pie.
I remember he turned to me when he had finished and took one of
my small hands and held it in his hard palm and looked at it and
then into my face.
'Ah, boy!' he said, 'your way shall lead you far from here, and you
shall get learning and wealth and win - victories.'
'What nonsense are you talking, Jed Ferry?' said Uncle Eb.
'O, you all think I'm a fool an' a humbug, 'cos I look it. Why, Eben
Holden, if you was what ye looked, ye'd be in the presidential
chair. Folks here 'n the valley think o' nuthin' but hard work - most
uv 'em, an' I tell ye now this boy ain't a goin' t' be wuth putty on a
farm. Look a' them slender hands.
'There was a man come to me the other day an' wanted t' hev a
poem 'bout his wife that hed jes' died.


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