“Pooh!” said Arthur; “it’s an ox bone, or a horse.”
“Not a bit of it,” said Bart. “I’m determined that it shall be Benedict Bellefontaine.”
“It’s a horse’s bone,” said Phil.
“No,” said Bart; “I’ll keep it carefully, and let the doctor have it. It will be the most precious article in the Museum.”
It was now growing too dark to work any longer. The sun had set, and they were satisfied with the result of their labors. So they gathered together their treasures, and set out for the Academy.
These treasures seemed to them to be by no means despicable.
They were,—
1 ploughshare,
1 colter,
4 bolts,