The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-20
lenGanSett
BY OPlE p. READ.
CHAPTER XV.

CHAPTER XIV.
 The time for planting the crops had come. Brush heaps burned in the 6elds. The wild eyed hare sprang from her bed to leave her young ones to be turned over by the blow. Along the fences, border ing the woods where the sun warmly shone, lizards, with startling rustic, rau through the dry leaves, and. far above, the ieen-eyed hawk sailed round and round, watching the chickens that cackled in the barn-yards.
 Old Bob Gansett rigged up, as he termed it, team for Len. The team consisted of large oneeyed horse and a small mule. When the young man sug. gested that he would prefer a more re- spectable looking outfit, the old man re- piled:
 We'll, when you wear this team out I'll see if can't get you better one"
 "You have given the negroes good teams"
 DO you know why {"
 No, sir"
 We'll, I'll tell you. A negro will often abuse a sorry lookin' team but he takes a pride in good looking one. He takes pleasure in currying the mules and, in many other ways tries to outdo the other fellows. You have too much sense an too much kindness O heart to mistreat anything. The nigger boys are about done sproutin' the bottom fiel, SO you ken go ahead at once I've sho wed you hox to blow deep by movin' yo' back.band forward, an have in other ways give you all the necessary instructions, SO now pu, that old shoe on the p int O yo' plow to keep it from gouging up the road an go ahead"
 To Len the work was novel, but with his strong arms and quickness of under standing, he soon "got the hang of the thing" The turning soil, when he gszed long at i', made his head swim, but when he looked away and saw the birds chattering on the fence, he felt a thrill of pleasure. Tn. head swimming passed away, and the pleasure of gazing at fair nature, just aroused from a long nap, grew less. His arms grew tired and his legs began to ache. Would the din- ner horn never blow9 He thought that he would sit down and rest awhile, but just as he stopped his team, he thought that his grandfather might make fun of him, SO he clucked to his horses and resumed his work. At last the dinner horn sounded. He had often heard of the music of the dinner horn, but never before had he realized that an instru- ment without keys could produce such a thrill.
 "How are your legs1' the old man asked when Len, af,er feeding his team at the barn, entered the house.
 "All right"
 "Glad to hear it. Occasionally I'd look over in yo' direction to see if you had turned loose an set down, but I'm glad to know that you didn't. There's only one way to make man O yerself an that is to stick to whatever business you undertake. Come an lets eat a snack"
 T have noticed" said the young man, locking up from his plate and addressing his grandmother, "that the plow is forcible agent in behalf of hogs jcwl and turnip greens"
 "Ah Lord. child, the old lady replied, Ca honest appetite is more to be de- sired than gold an fine linen"
 "Yes, but it is not 90 much sought af- ter," Len rejoined. But with me there has always been more appetite than gold"
 "You are better of for 1t, my child"
 "Yes, but people sometimes eat too much. It would be well to mix gold and appetite"
 People that work hard don't hurt themselves eatin'.' know l never did. neither has yo' gran'pa fur he ken git outen bed at any time O night an' eat "
 Len," said Mir. Ganseet when the young man had arisen from the table, sketch yo' hossss an % ahead. While