Crusoe in New York, and other talesHale, Edward Everett
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Crusoe in New York, and other tales
Hale, Edward Everett
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Before I had gone to bed that night I had made a careful estimate as to
how much lumber I should need, of different kinds, for my little house;
for I had, of course, no right to use my master's lumber nor Mr.
Henry's; nor had I any thought of doing so. I made out an estimate that
would be quite full, for shingles, for clapboards, white pine for my
floors and finish,--for I meant to make good a job of it if I made
any,--and for laths for the inside work. I made another list of the
locks, hinges, window furniture and other hardware I should need; but
for this I cared less, as I need not order them so soon. I could
scarcely refrain from showing my plan to my mother, so snug and
comfortable did it look already; but I had already determined that the
"city house" should be a present to her on her next birthday, and that
till then I would keep it a secret from her, as from all the world; so
I refrained.
The next morning I told my master what the old Quaker had directed
about the fence, and I took his order for the new lumber we should need
to raise the height as was proposed. At the same time I told him that
we were all annoyed at the need of carrying our tools back and forth,
and because we could only take the nails for one day's use; and that,
if he were willing, I had a mind to risk an old chest I had with the
nails in it and a few tools, which I thought I could so hide that the
wharf-rats and other loafers should not discover it. He told me to do
as I pleased, that he would risk the nails if I would risk my tools;
and so, by borrowing what we call a hand-cart for a few days, I was
able to take up my own little things to the lot without his asking any
other questions, or without exciting the curiosity of McLoughlin or any
other of the men. Of course, he would have sent up in the shop-wagon
anything we needed; but it was far out of the way, and nobody wanted to
drive the team back at night if we could do without. And so, as night
came on, I left the men at their work, and having loaded my hand-cart
with a small chest I had, I took that into the alley-way of which I
told you before, carried my box of tools into the corner between the
church and our fence, under the boards which we had set up to-day, and
covered it heavily, with McLoughlin's help, with joists and boards, so
that no light work would remove them, if, indeed, any wanderer of the
night suspected that the box was there. I took the hand-cart out into
the alley-way and chained it, first by the wheel and then by the
handle, in two staples which I drove there. I had another purpose in
this, as you shall see; but most of all, I wanted to test both the
police and the knavishness of the neighborhood, by seeing if the
hand-cart were there in the morning.
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