It was a Guide Book through Picturesque Vermont by Ernest Ingersoll! And I must not omit the queer sayings of a simple-hearted hired man on a friend's farm.
Oh, for a photo of him as I saw him one cold, rainy morning tending Jason Kibby's dozen cows.

He had on a rubber coat and cap, but his trouser legs were rolled above the knee and he was barefoot, "Hannibal," I shouted, "you'll take cold with your feet in that wet grass!" "Gueth not, Marm," he lisped back cheerily.

"I never cared for shooth mythelf." He was always shouting across the way to inquire if "thith wath hot enough or cold enough to thute me ?" As if I had expressed a strong desire for phenomenal extremes of temperature.

One morning he suddenly departed.

I met him trudging along with three hats jammed on to his head and a rubber coat under his arm, for 'twas a fine day.
"Why, Hanny!" I exclaimed, "where are you going in such haste ?" "Mithter Kibby told me to go to Halifax, and--I'm going!" Next, the man who was anxious to go into partnership with me.