This historic book may have numerous typos or missing text. Not indexed. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX. CALVIN COBBLE'S COAT. THEY went fron tree to tree, emptying the buckets; and when their pails were rilled they carried them to the camp. David Vane had never enjoyed any work so much. But David Crane bore his yoke grumblingly, thinking the labor hard and mean, and imagining how fine it must be to live in the city, as Vane had done, and keep store. Coming in with his last pailfuls, David found Huldah watching the kettles, and Cobble making coffee over a pile of coals at one end of the fire. "You are working too hard, Cousin David Vane " he said. "Come here and sit down. Let's have something for a cushion; here's Mr. Cobble's old coat." Cobble, kneeling over his coffee-pot and cup and saucer, suddenly started up. "No, no, let that be " he cried. But Huldah had pulled down the coat as she spoke, and was preparing to spread it on the ground before the hut. "There's eggs in the pockets " whispered David; while Cobble rushed to the rescue, not only of the eggs and the coat, but also of his reputation as an honest old man. "Huldy Huldy le me have my coat " he exclaimed, reaching out his hand for it, with a comical look of pathos and entreaty, while she held it away from him and put up her charming little fist in his face. "Why, Calvin Cobble " she said; "I didn't think you'd be so stingy as not to let us have your old coat to sit on for a few minutes " "Down on the ground there? My clo'es are old, but clean," said Cobble. "I'll spread in on the log," cried Huldah, acting as if she would suit the act: on to the word. "Oh oh " exclaimed the old man in consternation. "There's bugs and all sorts of critters on the logs " "Your coffee is boiling over " said David. "Heavens an' airth " groaned Cobble. "My coat--my coffee--give me my coffee My coat is all...