A MERCHANT'S LETTERS
in a little for good feeling; but I don't trade with a man whom I find deliberately marking up the weights on me.
This is a fine country we're running through, but it's a pity that it doesn't raise more hogs. It seems to take a farmer a long time to learn that the best way to sell his corn is on the hoof.
Your affectionate father,
John Graham.
P. S. I just had to allow Donnelly his claim on those hams, though I was dead sure our weights were right, and it cost the house sixty dollars. But your fool letter took all the snap out of our argument. I get hot every time I think of it.
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