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 Hull to be hollow’d first.Now, then— Ten fingers, not exactly fools: A gouge: a mallet:—them’s the tools: An’—would You help me? Please! Amen!

(Working on the wood.)

Twice 1 is 2, twice 2 is 4, Twice 3 is 6, dunno no more. Been the general run’ o’ day: Present, dingy: an’ prospeck, grey. Cherry, at ’milkin’, in the dirt Kick’d me over, an’ tore my shirt. Strippin’ o’ Fiddle-face, I’d a thought, ’Bout a boiler; it come to nought, ’N, while I was at it, Chalky’s calf Rush’d the bucket, an’ swaller’d half. Thoughts bein’ early, legs was late. Breakfast’s at seven,—mine was eight. Missis cold as the porridge-plate, Wanted to know if I understood Fire couldn’t burn, if it hadn’t wood? Brought her in rimu:—wa’n’t no good,— Said ’twas nothin’ but solid smoke; Tackled some maire;—axe-helve broke, An’ Mick, o’ Saturday, at the store, Couldn’t afford me credit no more, —Twice 2 is 4, twice 4 is 6— So’ wa’n’t I in a proper fix? Hid in the sty, to make a helve; Made a beauty, but not till twelve—