"These yere obsequies which I'm about mentionin'," observed the Old Cattleman, "is the first real funeral Wolfville has." The old fellow had lighted a cob pipe and tilted his chair back in a fashion which proclaimed a plan to be comfortable. He had begun to tolerate--even encourage--my society, although it was clear that as a tenderfoot he regarded me with a species of gentle disdain.…
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