If you should drop in and ask him the road to Cherry Hill, leaf as not he'll pick up the anvil in his right hand and point out the way with it. Henry Widdegren, who lives over Mount Idy way, swears that one time when Caleb busted a hammer he finished a shoeing job by beating out the hot shoes with his fist. We don't take much stock in that story, but we don't know he didn't do it.

Because he makes good anvil music, sonic fokes figgered Caleb would make a goodern to pound the base drum in the Pine Ridge Band, but it were about like sendin six men to do a job one boy could of handled. Caleb liked the idea right smart, but first time he hit the drum a lick the stick busted right through the drum head, laid a crease acrost the bell of the tuby and like to put Uncle Henry Lunsford to bed permanent from the bump it hit him in the stomick. Caleb has been sent a bill fer the drumstick which aint been located since. He aint paid yet, figurin hit may still turn up.