around over the floor, and old whisky-bottles, and a couple of masks made out of black cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind of words and pictures made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some women’s underclothes hanging against the wall, and some men’s clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoe — it might come good. There was a boy’s old speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that, too. And there was a bottle that had had milk in it, and it had a rag stopper for a baby to suck. We would ’a’ took the bottle, but it was broke. There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke.

They stood open, but there warn’t nothing left in them that was any account. The way things was scattered about we reckoned