Philip Verrill Mighels, Bruvver Jim's Baby
“ The rig drew up in front of the blacksmith-shop, and twenty men came walking there to give it welcome."Howdy, stranger?" said the blacksmith, as he came from his forge, bareheaded, his leathern apron tied about his waist, his sleeves rolled up, and his big, hairy arms akimbo. "Pleasant day. You're needin' somethin' fixed, I see," and he nodded quietly towards a road-side job of mending at the doubletree, which was roughly wrapped about with rope. ”
