DAVE PORTER AT OAK HALL
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCING DAVE PORTER
"Hello, Dave, where are you going?"
"I'm going up the mountainside, to look for huckleberries, Ben. Do you want to go along?"
"How much is there in it?" asked Ben Basswood, with a grin. "I never work unless I get paid for it."
"Well, you can have all the huckleberries you find. Mr. Jackson is paying eight cents a quart for them," answered Dave Porter.
"Eight cents! And how many quarts do you think I can pick in an afternoon?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Ben—six or eight quarts at least."
"That wouldn't pay me," said Ben Basswood, whose parents were well-to-do and who was furnished regularly with spendlng-money. "But I'll go along, just the same, to keep you company," he added. "How is old Potts this morning?"
"Mr. Potts isn't feeling very well. His head
