Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
I had noticed for some time that Josiah Allen had acted queer. He would seem lost in thought anon or oftener, and then seemin‘ly roust himself up and try to act natural.
And anon he would drag his old tin chest out from under the back stairway and pour over musty old deeds and papers, drawed up by his great-grandpa mebby.
He did this last act so often that I said to him one day, "What under the sun do you find in them yeller old papers to attract you so, Josiah?"
But he looked queer at me, queer as a dog, as if he wuz lookin‘ through me to some distant view that interested him dretfully, and answered evasive, and mebby he wouldn‘t answer at all.
And then I‘d see him and Uncle Sime Bentley, his particular chum, with their heads clost together, seemin‘ly plottin‘ sunthin‘ or ruther, though what it wuz I couldn‘t imagine.
And then they would bend their heads eagerly over the daily papers, and more‘n once Josiah got down our old Olney‘s Atlas and he

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