"I think it is better," says he. And then he started up his horse.

"Hello! stop!" says Josiah.

The feller stopped.

"Why don't you run down other fellers' machines, and beset us to buy
yourn?"

"Because I don't make a practice of stoppin' people on the street."

"Do you haunt folks day and night; foller 'em up ladders, through
trap-doors, down sullers, and under barns?"

"No," says the young chap, "I show people how my machine works; if they
want it, I sell it; and if they don't, I leave."

"How much is your machine?" says Josiah.

"75 dollars."

"Can't you," says Josiah, "because I look so much like your old father,
or because I am a Methodist, or because my wife's mother used to live
neighbor to your grandmother--let me have it for 25 dollars?"

The feller got up on his wagon, and turned his machine round so we could
see it plain--it was a beauty--and says he:

"You see this machine, sir; I think it is the best one made, although
there is no great difference between this and the one over there; but I