The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-20
LenGanSett.
BY OPIE p. READ.
CHAPTER XI


 As Len was returning home from his visit to the Hobdys he came upon Braley, the leader of log rollings and active en. terprises where collaboration is entered into with such heartiness by accomodat- ing neighbors. MT. Braley was in the woods near his house, chopping down saplings.
 "W'y, hello, Mir. Gansett, didn't hardly reco'nize yer," said Braley as Len approached him. "How air yer gittin' CT long2" he added when he and Len had shaken hands.
 "Verywell," Len replied as he held his hands over a smoking fire which Braley had made. Pretty bad time to cut wood, isn't it Braley2"
 "It ain't ther bes' time in ther worl, femme tell yer, specially with CT axe so dull that yer could ride ter mill on ther aidge. woulder got up some wood luther day but went over to help old Austin put up stable, so ther cold snap an snow cotch me with my coat of. woulder chopped some late yistidy even- in airter got back home but had ter go over ter Dogwood airter CT ha'fer bushel uv meal"
 "Ho, Edward l" called an ungentle voice.
 "Aho, Pm CT comin'." He turned to Len and said: "Wush yer'd git under one eend uv this pole. Wife she's awful 6dgety when she's in CT hurry"
 Len assisted him. "Now," said Braley when the pole was thrown down in the yard, I've got ter chop it up ip len'ths. Go in ther house an I'll be in d'reckly," "No, l don't care to go in. Haven't time"
 "Better go in an git CT snack fur yerll be haungry ergin yer git home"
 Mrs. Braley, with soiled rag tied over her head, came out. She nodded at Len, turned and shook off child that clung to her skirts and said to her husband:
 Hurry up fur ther fire is mighty nigh out"
 "Am CT hurryin' jest as fast as ever I. ken."
 "Don't pear like it. MT. Gansett, won't yer come in2"
 "No, thank you, haven't time."
 Mrs. Braley slightly wrinkled her long, keen nose, sniffed the air, and said "Men allus have time. It's ther wimmen that ain't got time fur nuthia'. lknow CT man that ain't got time ter git up CT little dab O wood when he sees CT snow storm CT comin', but he's got time ter go way rum home an piddle erroun' all day" Braley looked responsibility at her. She sniffed the air and continued, Ther good book may say that man e'rns whut he eats by ther sweat uv his brow, but it oughter say by the sweat uv his wife's brow. Fur pity sake," sharply turning upon her husband, "ain't yer never goin' ter git tbat stick cut in two2"
 "Don't yer see that Pm hackin' just as fast as ever I can2 Give CT body time, won't yer2 Ole axe is as dull as CT troe.H "Why don't yer grind it, thenf"
 "Whut's ther use'n grindin' it when you an ther chillun take an souse it in ther groun'r
 "Wall, ef we didn't use 1t thar'd be mighty little fire on ther place."
 "Wall, wall, fur ther Lords sake, hush,"
 "Who yer talkin' to p she demanded. sI'l give yer ter know that yer kaint tell me ter hush"
 Braley did not reply. He threw down his axe, took up the wood which he had cut and went into the house.
 "Wont yer stay an git CT snack ?" Mrs Braley asked when Len, bidding her good evening, turned to go away.
 @No. thank you"
 "Wall, you needn't think we ain't go, nuthin' ter eat"
 don't think that, assure you."
 sWall, Iteal yer whut wush yer'd do WssA yss'd tell yer gran'maw ter save ms ssGtin' " turkey aiss. l had fins chaAcs " young tuzksys last spring, hu,