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twenty foot by fifteen, how much ilecloth three foot wide will it call fur?" "Thirty-three and one-third yards," Yan said at once. Raften was staggered. Yan's manner was convincing, but to do all that in his head was the miracle. Various rude tests were applied and the general opinion prevailed that Yan was right. The farmer's face beamed with admiration for the first time. "Luk at that," he said to the table, "luk at that fur eddication. When'll you be able to do the like?" he said to Sam. "Never," returned his son, with slow promptness. "Dentists don't have to figger on ilecloth." "Say, Yan," said Sam aside, "guess _you_ better tackle Da about the dam. Kind o' sot up about ye this mornin'; your eddication has softened him some, an' it'll last till about noon, I jedge. Strike while the iron is hot." So after breakfast Yan commenced: "Mr. Raften, the creek's running dry. We want to make a pond for the cattle to drink, but we can't make a dam without two big logs across. Will you let us have the team a few minutes to place the logs?" "It ain't fur a swimmin'-pond, is it, ye mean?" said Raften, with a twinkle in his eye. "It would do for that as well," and Yan blushed. "Sounds to me like Sam talking through Yan's face," added Raften, shrewdly taking in the situation. "I'll see fur meself." Arrived at the camp, he asked: "Now, whayer's yer dam to be? Thar? That's no good. It's narrer but it'd be runnin' round both ends afore ye had any water to speak of. Thayer's a better place, a bit wider, but givin' a good pond. Whayer's yer logs? Thayer? What--my seasoning timber? Ye can't hev that. That's the sill fur the new barrn; nor that--it's seasonin' fur gate posts. Thayer's two ye kin hev. I'll send the team, but don't let me ketch ye stealin' any o' my seasonin' timber or the fur'll fly." With true Raften promptness the heavy team came, the two great logs were duly dragged across and left as Yan requested (four feet apart for the top of the dam). The boys now drove in a row of stakes against each log on the inner side, to form a crib, and were beginning to fill in the space with mud and stones. They were digging and filling it up level as they went. Clay was scarce and the work went slowly; the water, of course, rising as the wall arose, added to the difficulty. But presently Yan said: "Hold on. New scheme. Let's open her and dig a deep trench on one side so all the water will go by, then leave
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