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But not too much land was put to such unproductive use; and the small lawn was closely bordered by a corn-field on the one side and on the other by an apple orchard. Beyond stretched the tobacco and wheat-fields, and behind the house were the vegetable garden and the barn-yard.
In this superb domain there were two summer-houses and a shed where bee-hives stood; at the end of the garden was a bath-house, and you could have a shower-bath, if you were of a mind to bring the water for it from the pump in the barn-yard.
"But how shall I find them," she asked, "if the hens hide them away so carefully?" "Oh, you'll hear 'em scrattlin' round!" replied the farmer. "They're gret fools, hens are, greter than folks, as a rule; an' that is sayin' a good deal." They crossed the great sunny barn-yard, and paused at the barn-door, while Hilda looked in with delight.
There was a little green court before the house, and a pleasant lawn coming down to the lane from the doorway porch. The house stood to the left of the entry-drive, and the barn-yard to the right was loud with the blithe crowing of the cocks.
And, like his village, he smelled of the barn-yard. He was a driver, he told me, earning wages. But he had his evenings to himself; and so he had come to find, through me, a school where he might go and learn English. Just so! It was Lustrup all over.
She was joined by her uncle, his freckled face beaming with a desire to tease her. "What time do you all begin your meetin' to-night?" he inquired, introductively. "Eight o'clock," she said, absently, her gaze bent anxiously on the figures of two men leaning over the barn-yard fence in the thickening shadows. "Who is that father is talking to, Uncle John?" she asked, with a frown.
"Provisions for Secesh, and my husband a colonel in the Union Army. You get out of here!" She reached for a hickory hoop-pole that stood by the door, and the army moved on. When they reached the home of Col. Bill Splawn it was night and the family had gone to bed. So the hungry army camped in the barn-yard and crept into the hay-loft to sleep. Presently somebody yelled "Fire!"
Several times a day I would go to the barn-yard and give her a carrot or a whisp of hay from my hand, and she gradually became accustomed to me, and would come at my call. A week later I sold her calf to a butcher, and for a few days she lowed and mourned deeply, to Mousie's great distress.
He then, without more ceremony, led his horse and cart into the barn-yard, and stopping near the stable door, fed the animal by the light of the moon, and carried him a bucket of water from the pump. The girls being reminded by their mother that it was late, and that the cows had long since come home, they took their pails and went out to milk, while she washed up the supper things.
Late in the evening I heard the distant rumbling of wagons over bridges a sound heard farther than almost any other at night the baying of dogs, and sometimes again the lowing of some disconsolate cow in a distant barn-yard.
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