Am I right, Enright?'
"'Right as preachin', Jack,' says Enright. 'You speaks trooth like a
runnin' brook.'
"'But whoever sticks that notice?--that's the information I pants
for,' says Boggs, pickin' up an' readin' of the piece. "'I reckons I
posts that notice some myse'f,' says a big, squar'-built gent we-
alls don't know, an' who comes in the other mornin' with Old Monte
on the stage. As he says this he's sa'nterin' about the suburbs of
the crowd, listenin' to the talk.
"'Well, don't do it no more, partner,' says Jack, mighty grave. 'As
a commoonity Wolfville's no doubt 'way wrong, but we-alls has our
prides an' our own pecooliar little notions, that a-way, about what
looks good; so, after now, don't alter the landscape none 'round
yere till you c'lects our views.'
"'I'm offerin' even money, postin' notices don't hurt this yere camp
a little bit,' says the stranger.
"'Comin' right to cases,' says Enright, 'it don't hurt none, but it
grates a whole lot. The idee of a mere stranger a-strollin' in an'
a-pastin' up of notices, like he's standin' a pat hand on what he
knows an' we not in it, is a heap onpleasant. So don't do it no
more.'
"'Which I don't aim to do it no more,' says the squar'-built gent,
'but I still clings to my idee that notices ain't no set-back to
this camp.
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