their skin so tight that they can't shet their
eyes, and them hogs air jist a-dyin' fer the
want of sleep."

Wall, the followin' winter Jim had his
hogs all fat and ready fer markit, and he jist
conclooded he'd drive 'em to Concord.
Wall, he started out, and when he'd drov
'em two whole days he met old Jabez Whitaker.
Jabe sed: "Whar you goin' with your hogs, Jim?"
Jim sed: "Goin' to Concord, Jabez." Jabez sed
"Wall, now, I want to know. That's what cums
from not readin' the papers. Why, Jim,
they've got more hogs up Concord way than
they know what to do with. Lige Willit
took his hogs up thar, and Eben Sprosby
took his'n, and Concord's jist chuck full of
hogs, and so consequintly the markit's away
down in Concord. But the paper sez it's
good in Manchester, and you'd make money,
Jim, by goin' thar." So Jim shifted his
chew of terbacker over to the northeast, and
sed: "Wall, boys, I calculate we'll hav to
go to Manchester, so jist head the hogs off
and turn them round." Wall, they druv
them hogs 'bout three days towards Manchester,
and jist 'bout when they wuz gittin'
thar, along cum Caleb Skinner, and he sed:
"Wall, thunder and fish-hooks, whar be you
a-goin', Jim." And Jim sed: "As near