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", 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