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The shell of the cabin was finished that day. Its puncheon floor was in
place but its upper floor was to be laid when the boards were ready. Its
two doors were yet to be made and hung, its five windows to be fitted and
made fast, its walls to be chinked with clay mortar. Samson and Harry
stayed that evening after the rest were gone, smoothing the puncheon
floor. They made a few nails at the forge after supper and went over to
Abe's store about nine. Two of the Clary's Grove Gang who had tarried in
the village sat in the gloom of its little veranda apparently asleep. Dr.
Allen, Jack Kelso, Alexander Ferguson and Martin Waddell were sitting by
its fireside while Abe sat on the counter with his legs hanging off.
"He's a tough oak stick of a man," Kelso was saying.
"Here he is now," said Dr. Allen. "That lad you cuffed had to stop at my
office for repairs."
"I told you once to use a crowbar if you wanted to hit anybody, but never
to use your hands," said Abe.
"Well there wasn't any time to lose and there was no crowbar handy," said
Samson.


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