"What can it be?" said I, with an air of perfect innocence. "Shall I
call Jenny, and dig it up?"
"Oh, no, my dear; it has a shocking smell, but it does look very
much like Chowder's tail."
"Impossible! How could it come among my peas?"
"True. Besides, I saw Chowder, with my own eyes, yesterday,
following a team; and George C - - hopes to recover him for me."
"Indeed! I am glad to hear it. How these mosquitoes sting. Shall we
go back to the house?"
While we returned to the house, John, who had overheard the whole
conversation, hastily disinterred the body of Chowder, and placed
him in the same mysterious grave with Tom and the pig.
Moodie and his friend finished logging-up the eight acres which the
former had cleared the previous winter; besides putting in a crop of
peas and potatoes, and an acre of Indian corn, reserving the fallow
for fall wheat, while we had the promise of a splendid crop of hay
off the sixteen acres that had been cleared in 1834. We were all in
high spirits and everything promised fair, until a very trifling
circumstance again occasioned us much anxiety and trouble, and was
the cause of our losing most of our crop.
