Mr. Higginbotham was a trader , and a former clerk of his to whom Dominicus related the facts testified that the old gentleman was accustomed to return home through the orchard about nightfall with the money and valuable papers of the store in his pocket . The clerk manifested but little grief at Mr. Higginbotham 's catastrophe , hinting -- what the pedler had discovered in his own dealings with him -- that he was a crusty old fellow as close as a vise . His property would descend to a pretty niece who was now keeping school in Kimballton . What with telling the news for the public good and driving bargains for his own , Dominicus was so much delayed on the road that he chose to put up at a tavern about five miles short of Parker 's Falls . After supper , lighting one of his prime cigars , he seated himself in the bar-room and went through the story of the murder , which had grown so fast that it took him half an hour to tell . There were as many as twenty people in the room , nineteen of whom received it all for gospel . But the twentieth was an elderly farmer who had arrived on horseback a short time before and was now seated in a corner , smoking his pipe . When the story was concluded , he rose up very deliberately , brought his chair right in front of Dominicus and stared him full in the face , puffing out the vilest tobacco-smoke the pedler had ever smelt . `` Will you make affidavit , '' demanded he , in the tone of a country-justice taking an examination , `` that old Squire Higginbotham of Kimballton was murdered in his orchard the night before last and found hanging on his great pear tree yesterday morning ? '' `` I tell the story as I heard it , mister , '' answered Dominicus , dropping his half-burnt cigar . `` I do n't say that I saw the thing done , so I ca n't take my oath that he was murdered exactly in that way . '' `` But I can take mine , '' said the farmer , `` that if Squire Higginbotham was murdered night before last I drank a glass of bitters with his ghost this morning . Being a neighbor of mine , he called me into his store as I was riding by , and treated me , and then asked me to do a little business for him on the road . He did n't seem to know any more about his own murder than I did . '' `` Why , then it ca n't be a fact ! '' exclaimed Dominicus Pike . `` I guess he 'd have mentioned , if it was , '' said the old farmer ; and he removed his chair back to the corner , leaving Dominicus quite down in the mouth . Here was a sad resurrection of old Mr. Higginbotham ! The pedler had no heart to mingle in the conversation any more , but comforted himself with a glass of gin and water and went to bed , where all night long he dreamed of hanging on the St. Michael 's pear tree . To avoid the old farmer -LRB- whom he so detested that his suspension would have pleased him better than Mr. Higginbotham 's -RRB- , Dominicus rose in the gray of the morning , put the little mare into the green cart and trotted swiftly away toward Parker 's Falls .
The fresh breeze , the dewy road and the pleasant summer dawn revived his spirits , and might have encouraged him XXXXX repeat the old story had there been anybody awake to bear it , but he met neither ox-team , light wagon , chaise , horseman nor foot-traveller till , just as he crossed Salmon River , a man came trudging down to the bridge with a bundle over his shoulder , on the end of a stick .
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