? ? ? ? He had his own by him, but I handed him mine. He flung it down, and says:
? ? ? ? "Gimme a case-knife."
? ? ? ? I didn't know just what to do- but then I thought. I scratched around amongst the old tools, and got a pick-ax and give it to him, and he took it and went to work, and never said a word.
? ? ? ? He was always just that particular. Full of principle.
? ? ? ? So then I got a shovel, and then we picked and shoveled, turn about, and made the fur fly. We stuck to it about a half an hour, which was as long as we could stand up; but we had a good deal of a hole to show for it. When I got up stairs, I looked out at the window and see Tom doing his level best with the lightning-rod, but he couldn't come it, his hands was so sore. At last he says:
? ? ? ? "It ain't no use, it can't be done. What you reckon I better do? Can't you think up no way?"
? ? ? ? "Yes," I says, "but I reckon it ain't regular.
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