Itwasinthebunk-housethathetookhisrevenge。AsIpassedI

　　heardhisgentlevoicesilentlyachievingsomenarrativetoanattentiveaudience，andjustasIcamebytheopenwindowwherehesatonhisbedinshirtanddrawers，hisbacktome，Iheardhisconcludingwords，“Andthehatonhishaidwastheonemarkshowedyu’heweren’tasnappin’-turtle。“

　　Theanecdotemetwithinstantaneoussuccess，andIhurriedawayintothedark。ThenextmorningIwasoccupiedwiththechickens。

　　Twohenswerefightingtositonsomeeggsthatathirdwasdailylaying，andwhichIdidnotwanthatched，andforthethirdtimeIhadkickedEm’lyoffsevenpotatoesshehadrolledtogetherandwasdeterminedtoraiseIknownotwhatsortoffamilyfrom。Shewasshriekingaboutthehen-houseastheVirginiancameintoobserveIsuspectwhatImightbedoingnowthatcouldbeusefulforhimtomentioninthebunk-house。

　　Hestoodawhile，andatlengthsaid，“WelostourbestroosterwhenMrs。Henrycametolivehyeh。“

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