love with Break Neck Falls, and makes regular trips there every day,
and sometimes at night. Jim followed him once, and saw him standing
upon that high rock right by the falls. He kept waving his hands and
shouting to the water, though Jim could not make out what he was
saying. He has some writing on a piece of paper which he keeps very
close. He has told, though, that his plan will do wonderful things for
the city and the whole surrounding country. He once said that we don't
know what a valuable thing we have right in our midst. I guess we've
lived here longer than he has, and should know a thing or two. It is
not necessary for a half-cracked old man to come and tell us of our
possessions. But, say, here he is now, coming along in Jim Trask's
farm waggon."

As the team drew near, all eyes were turned in its direction, for the
first glimpse of "Crazy David," as he was generally called. There was
no difficulty about seeing him for he was sitting by Jim's side on the
rough board seat. He looked much older and careworn than the night he
had awakened from his dream, and found his wood-box, cupboard, and
pocket-book empty. He had sat huddled on the seat for most of the way
up the road, but when near the store he lifted his eyes and fixed them
curiously upon the people before him. There was something pathetically
appealing in the expression upon his face. He seemed like a man trying
to recall something to his mind. He appeared strangely out of place in
that rough farm waggon. Even his almost ragged clothes could not hide
the dignity of his bearing as he straightened himself up and tried to
assume the appearance of a gentleman. The people saw this effort on
his part, and several wondered and spoke about it afterwards.

At first the old man did not seem to realise the purpose of the
gathering. But when he saw the auctioneer mount a box alongside of him