Course, now, you-all are awonderin’ jest how a poor woods boy like me ‘d ever git hold o’ such a clever cabin, he went on to say; but shucks! that’s an easy one to explain. Yuh see, it was built by a man who had plenty o’ money and poor health. He thought he could get well by stayin’ here, and so he fixed her up to beat the band. That big chair he loved to sit in when the fire was agoin’. But jest as he got fixed so nice his wife sent for him to come back home; and, say, he had to go. So, havin’ no use for his place here, he turned it over tuh me for a song, I c'n show yuh the bill o’ sale.