Once Grandpa asked me what I did with the money I earned. I told him I was saving it to buy some hunting dogs.
I asked him if he would order them for me when I had saved enough.
He said he would. I asked him not to say anything to my father. He promised me he wouldn’t.
I’m sure Grandpa paid little attention to my plans.
That winter I trapped harder than ever with the three little traps I owned.
Grandpa sold my hides to fur buyers who came to his store all through the fur season.
Prices were cheap: fifteen cents for a large opossum hide, twenty-five for a good skunk hide.
Little by little, the nickels and dimes added up. The old K. C. Baking Powder can grew heavy.
I would heft its weight in the palm of my hand. With a straw, I’d measure from the lip of the can to the money.
As the months went by, the straws grew shorter and shorter.
The next summer I followed the same routine.
“Would you like to buy some crawfish or minnows? Maybe you’d like some fresh vegetables or roasting ears.”
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