[Footnote 1: Copyright, 1912, by Percy Mackaye. All rights reserved.]
[Footnote 2: A suggestion for the appropriate arrangement of these mounds may be found in the map of the battle-field annexed to the volume by Captain R.K. Beecham, entitled Gettysburg (A.C. McClurg, 1911).]
LINK (snapping his eyes wide open, sits up)
Hello! Cat-nappin' was I, Polly?
POLLY
Just
A kitten-nap, I guess.
(Laying the hoe down, she approaches)
The yoke done?
LINK
(giving a final whittle to the yoke-collar thong)
Thar!
When he's ben steamed a spell, and bended snug,
I guess this feller'll sarve t' say "Gee" to—
(Lifting the other yoke-collar from beside his chair, he
holds the whittled thong next to it, comparing the two
with expert eye)
and "Haw" to him. Beech every time, Sir; beech
or walnut. Hang me if I'd shake a whip
at birch, for ox-yokes.—Polly, are ye thar?
POLLY
Yes, Uncle Link.