mite.
'Twas jest like that all the time, only you're lookin' at it from a
diff'ent p'int." And 'twas so, and he see it right off. He'd been
follerin' that cryin' so fur and so long that he'd got into a diff'ent
section o' country, and he'd got a diff'ent view, oh! a terr'ble
diff'ent view, and he never went back.

Diff'ent Kind o' Bundles

VI

Everybody in Greenhills knew "Stoopin' Jacob," the little humpbacked boy
who lived at the north end of the village. From babyhood he had suffered
from a grievous deformity which rounded his little shoulders and bowed
the frail form. It was characteristic of the kindly folk of the
neighborhood, that, instead of calling the boy Hump-backed or
Crooked-backed Jacob, they gave him the name of Stoopin' Jacob, as if
the bowed and bent posture was voluntary, and not enforced.

A lovely soul dwelt in that crooked, pain-racked body, and looked out
of the gentle brown eyes shining in the pale, thin little face. Every
one loved the boy, most of all the dogs, cats, horses, cows of the
little farms, the birds and animals of forest and brookside. He knew
them all, and they knew, loved, and trusted him. The tinier creatures,
such as butterflies, bees, ants, beetles, even caterpillars, downy or
smooth, were his friends, or seemed so. He knew them, watched them,
studied their habits, and was the little naturalist of Greenhills
village, consulted by all, even by older and wiser people.

A close friendship existed between the boy and Story-tell Lib, and we
all understood the tale she told us one day when Stoopin' Jacob was one
of the listeners.

Diff'ent Kind o' Bundles

Once there was a lot o' folks, and every single one on 'em had bundles
on their backs. But they was all diff'ent, oh! jest as diff'ent as--as
anything, the bundles was. And these folks all b'longed to one person,
that they called the Head Man. They was his folks, and nobody else's,
and he had the whole say, and could do anything he wanted to. But he was
real nice, and always done jest the best thing,--yes, sir, the bestest
thing, whatever folks might say against it.

Well, I was tellin' ye about how these folks had diff'ent kind o'
bundles on their backs. 'Twas this way. One on 'em was a man that had a
real hefty bundle on his back, that he'd put on there hisself,--not all
to onct, but a mite to time, for years 'n' years. 'Twas a real cur'us
bundle, made up out o' little things in the road that'd got in his way,