get any chance to reflect and enjoy nature,—and I'd a blamed right rather carry the claim myself, it's a mighty sight safer;
DERN A DOG, ANYWAY.
a dog's mighty uncertain in a financial way,—always noticed it,—well, good-bye, boys,—last call,—I'm off for Tennessee with a good leg and a gay heart, early in the morning!'"
There was a pause and a silence,—except the noise of the wind and the pelting snow. Mr. Lykins said, impatiently,—
"Well,—that was thirty years ago."
"Very well, very well,—what of it?"
"I'm great friends with that old patriarch. He comes every evening to tell me good-bye. I saw him an hour ago,—he's off for Tennessee early tomorrow morning,—as usual; said he calculated to get his claim through and be off before night-owls like me have turned out of bed. The tears were in his eyes, he was so glad he was going to see his old Tennessee and his friends once more."
Another silent pause. The stranger broke it,—
"Is that all?"
"That is all."
"Well, for the time of night, and the kind of night, it seems to me the story was full long enough. But what's it all for?"
"O, nothing in particular."
"Well, Where's the point of it?"
"O, there isn't any particular point to it. Only, if you are not in too much of a hurry to rush off to San Francisco