He went among the trees, cut a faggot, bound it, and carried it to a place where he purposed making a pile, which he would carry home at his leisure. But he was observed by some young fellows, and after he had deposited his faggot and had disappeared in the plantation, they went to the spot, removed and concealed the faggot, and hid themselves.
Presently Joe came from out of the wood with a second faggot on his back. On reaching the place where the first had been placed, he set down the second, looked about, rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and taking his staff drove it through the faggot, and pinned it firmly to the ground. Then he went again to the wood.
No sooner was he gone than the young fellows crept from their hiding-place and removed the second bundle, but planted his staff where he had set it.
Back came Joe Leaman bowed under a third faggot, but when he saw that the second had vanished like the first, and his stick remained, this was too much for him; down went number three, and he took to his heels, and did not halt till he reached his cottage.
Some hours later the mischievous youths came in, and saw the old fellow crouched over his peat fire.
"Well, Joe, how bee'st a?"
"A b'aint well."
"What's the matter?"
"Umph! b'aint well."
Nothing more could be got out of him.