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When tests of this kind were going, he could but lie low. However, David's answer, after a bit, suggested an opening to him. 'Yo've a rare deal o' book-larnin for a farmin lad, Davy. If yo wor at a trade now, or a mill-hand, or summat o' that soart, yo'd ha noan so mich time for readin as yo ha now. The boy looked at him askance, with his keen black eyes. His uncle puzzled him.
We lived in Illinoy once, and th' Lord only knows I wisht we lived there yet, though the farmin' was a sight of work and no pay sometimes." The inner doubts as to the biscuits proved too much for her. "Heaven knows, you ain't t' git much to eat," she cried, jumping up, "but you ain't goin' to git anythin' a tall if I don't run right off and tend to them biscuit." She bustled out.
This be news, and no mistake gude news, tu, I s'pose. Jan Grimbal! An' what Clem doan't knaw 'bout farmin', I'll be mighty pleased to teach un, I'm sure." "No call to worry yourself; Clem doan't want no other right arm than his awn." "Chris shall have the money, then; an' gude luck to 'em both, say I." He departed, with great astonishment the main emotion of his mind.
I'm all beat out now doin' nothin'. Since I've bought the old place gran'ther's farm, you know I don't seem to be much better off. I can't go to farmin' it this fall; and what can a lone woman do on a farm anyhow?" "Farmin' is kind of poor business for a woman; but I do hope, Mirandy, you ain't a-goin' to marry that poor, pigeon-breasted, peddlin' cretur that's hangin' round here."
Then, after a brief, considering pause, in which he narrowly examined the distant horseman's outfit: "Sort o' rec'nize him, too. Likely he's that bum guy with the dandy wife way up on Butte Creek. Whitstone, ain't it? Feller with swell folks way down east, an' who guesses the on'y sort o' farmin' worth a cuss is done in Ju Penrose's saloon. That's him sure," he added, as the man drew nearer.
And Philip's still goin' to school, too. Why don't he help Amos on the farm instead of runnin' to Lancaster to school?" "He wants to be a lawyer," said Mrs. Reist. "I think still that as long as he has a good head for learnin' and wants to go to school I should leave him go till he's satisfied. I think his pop would say so if he was livin'. Not everybody takes to farmin' and it is awful hard work.
You can make him see his true interest." "Ben's young," said Job, suspending his work; "but he's got to look out for himself. He may make mistakes, but I've promised not to interfere. I've got confidence in him that he'll come out right in the end. Truth is, deacon, he don't want to work at farmin', and that's why he asked you such a steep price. He knew you wouldn't agree to give it."
"I only meant to point out that the best melons these embalmed Greasers raise in their little tablecloth farmin' operations is right down there in the valley at the foot of the Sacramentos. Now, you may have noticed that sometimes a fellow ought to cover up his tracks.
But as Miss Henderson's farmin' the very land where old Watson was done in, I thought she'd like to have the true story and first hand. And there's no one but me knows it not first hand. So I wrote to her, and said as I would call at six o'clock this evening." "You know her?" "No o," said the young man, hesitating. "But I somehow fancy as I may have seen her before." "Where?" "Why, in Canada.
I wonder what he's at?" "I heard he was down in New York trying to law it. I heard he's been writin' some for newspapers. Accordin' to his looks, must pay a durn sight better'n farmin'." "Well, I always said that boy wa'n't no skeezics." Almost the first question Philip asked Alice on his return was about the new inn, the Peacock Inn. "There seemed a good deal of stir about it as I passed."
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