OLD WIGGETT'S SECTION CORNER.
The horse was driven to a good shady place on the edge of the woods, relieved of his bridle, and left in charge of the dog. In the mean while the old man cut a few oak saplings and hewed them into stakes.
"Now, I want ye to give me a notion of how you're gwine to work," he said, as the youth brought his compass and set it up on its tripod at the foot of the tree. "For, otherwise, how am I to be sure of my corner, when you say you've found it?"
"O, I think we shall find something to convince you! However, look here, and I'll explain."
While waiting for the wavering needle to settle in its place, the youth made a hasty diagram in a page of his notebook.
"Here we are on the edge of the timber. A is your first tree. B is the one where we are. Now if the bearings are correct, and I run two lines accordingly, the place where they meet will be the place for your corner stake; say at C."
"That looks cute; I like the shape of that!" said the old man, interested.
