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h them farmer colleges,” Siwash said. “I worked for a man in Montanny that sent his boy off to one of ’em, and that feller come back and got to be state vet’nary. I ain’t got nothing ag’in’ a college hat, as far as that goes, neither, but I know ’em when I see ’em–I can spot ’em every time. Will you let us see them Do-it-Alls?”

Lambert produced one of the little implements, explained its points, and it passed from hand to hand, with comments which would have been worth gold to the general agent.

“It’s a toothpick and a tater-peeler put together,” said Siwash, when it came back to his hand. The young fellow with the black, sleek hair, who kept his gun on, reached for it, bent over it in the light, examining it with interest.

“You can trim your toenails with it and half-sole your boots,” he said. “You can shave with it and saw wood, pull teeth and brand mavericks; you can open a bottle or a bank with it, and you can open the hired gal’s eyes with it in the mornin’. It’s good for the old an