He looked calmly at his student for some moments
after receiving this announcement, conning over his face, which by
no means gave indications of a happy state of mind.
"You think you can find a better preceptor?" said the Judge, at
last, in his calm way.
"No, sir! no!" answered Henry, quickly. "Not in all this town, nor
out of it, either. It is not that, Judge Bigelow."
"Then you don't fancy the law?"
"On the contrary, there is no other calling in life that presents to
my mind any thing attractive," replied Henry, in a tone of
despondency that did not escape the Judge.
"Well, if that is the case, why not keep on? You are getting along
bravely."
"I must support myself, sir--must do something besides sitting here
and reading law books."
"Ah, yes, I see." The Judge spoke to himself, as if light had broken
into his mind. "Well, Henry," he added, looking at the young man,
"what do you propose doing?"
"I have hands and health," was the reply.
"Something more than hands and health are required in this world.
What can you do?"
"I can work on a farm, if nothing better offers.
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