is to cut the leaves. Name the word in the index, he'll
turn to the page, and give you day, date, and fact, for it. There is no
mistake in him.

"That cussed provokin' visit of yours to Scotland will shove them things
into the next book, I'm afeered. But it don't signify nothin'; you can't
cram all into one, and we hante only broke the crust yet, and p'rhaps
it's as well to look afore you leap too, or you might make as big a fool
of yourself, as some of the Britishers have a-writin' about us and the
provinces. Oh yes, it's a great advantage havin' minister with you.
He'll fell the big stiff trees for you; and I'm the boy for the
saplin's, I've got the eye and the stroke for them. They spring so
confoundedly under the axe, does second growth and underwood, it's
dangerous work, but I've got the sleight o' hand for that, and we'll
make a clean field of it.

"Then come and survey; take your compass and chain to the ground and
measure, and lay that off--branch and bark the spars for snakin' off the
ground; cord up the fire-wood, tie up the hoop poles, and then burn off
the trash and rubbish. Do it workman-like. Take your time to it as if
you was workin' by the day. Don't hurry, like job work; don't slobber it
over, and leave half-burnt trees and logs strewed about the surface, but
make smack smooth work. Do that, Squire, do it well, and that is, only
half as good as you can, if you choose, and then--"

"And then," said I, "I make no doubt you will have great pleasure '_in
throwin' the Lavender again_."

CHAPTER X. AIMING HIGH.

"What do you intend to do, Squire, with your two youngest boys?" said
Mr. Slick to me to-day, as we were walking in the Park.

"I design them," I said, "for professions. One I shall educate for a
lawyer, and the other for a clergyman."

"Where?"

"In Nova Scotia."

"Exactly," says he. "It shews your sense; it's the very place for 'em.
It's a fine field for a young man; I don't know no better one no where
in the whole univarsal world. When I was a boy larnin' to shoot, sais
father to me, one day, 'Sam,' sais he, 'I'll give you a lesson in
gunnin' that's worth knowin'. "_Aim high_," my boy; your gun naterally
settles down a little takin' sight, cause your arm gets tired, and
wabbles, and the ball settles a little while it's a travellin',
accordin' to a law of natur, called Franklin's law; and I obsarve you
always hit below the mark. Now, make allowances for these things in
gunnin', an