"Where are you going?" said Hamlin, resuming his seat with the agility
of a circus-rider, and spurring forward.
"To Green Springs, where I live, two miles over the ridge on the far
slope,"--indicating the direction.
"Ah!" said Jack, with thoughtful gravity. "Well, kindly give my love to
your sister, will you?"
"George Washington didn't have no sister," said the boy, cunningly.
"Can I have been mistaken?" said Hamlin, lifting his hand to his
forehead with grieved accents. "Then it seems YOU have. Kindly give her
my love."
"Which one?" asked the boy, with a swift glance of mischief. "I've got
four."
"The one that's like you," returned Hamlin, with prompt exactitude.
"Now, where's the 'bresh' you spoke of?"
"Keep along the edge until you come to the log-slide. Foller that, and
it'll lead you into the woods. But ye won't go far, I tell ye. When you
have to turn back, instead o' comin' back here, you kin take the trail
that goes round the woods, and that'll bring ye out into the stage road
ag'in near the post-office at the Green Springs crossin' and the new
hotel.
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