"What was the fate of Milo?" said Mr. Olmney, presently..
"Don't you remember the famous wrestler that, in his old age, trying to break open a tree, found himself not strong enough?
and the wood closing upon his hands held him fast till the wild beasts came and made an end of him. The figure of our unfortunate wood-cutter, though, was hardly so dignified as that of the old athlete in the statue. Dr. Quackenboss, and Mr. Douglass, you will come in and see us when this troublesome business is done?"
"It'll be a pretty spell yet," said Earl; "but the doctor, he can go in, he ha'n't nothin' to do. It don't take more'n half a dozen men to keep one pot a-bilin'."
"Aint there teu on 'em, Mr. Douglass?" said Philetus.
END OF VOL. I.