The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-03-07

lhS duOut anu Niukcu uuc OF lutul
with his first shot. \ long chase over
the drying burrows Of the previous
days blowing secured the bird.
Going back he had several more
shots ut the blackbirds, which seemed
to grow holder and hungrler as the
day advanced. lie seldom missed
them and In one instance killed two nj
one shot, the bullet striking one bird n
glanclng blow on the neck and wlnglng
second bird in the bunch
The blowing grew more and more
tedious ms the day lengthcned out, aud
the boy was never hungrier in his life.
He had brought his dinner along, with
n bottle of milk to wash 1t down, and
he could tell pretty well from the sun
when neontlme came. From his line
of burrows he could see his uncle toll
ing across and back, never stopping for
anything, brown figure In the brown
stretches of upturned earth.
Iic made up his mind that blowing
was desperately monotonous work and
that to plow n straight furrow was
something that only came from long
practice. He had stake stuck UP fol
his benefit at each end of the field, but
his pillow either wabbled or the mules
"wee waved" frlghtfully, for before
noontime came lie found 1t necessary
TO lift the pillow up and cash down Ger.
tain inlets and estuaries of land which
had not been cut on account of the per
versity of the burrows. BY the time
the sun had swung into line for about
1890 he had come to the conclusion
that all boy needed TO plow well with
was II pair of iron legs and n knowl-
edge of how to draw furrow straight
He unhltched the team with some diff.
Guilty and gave them feed of oats on
the bottom of the sack. Then he got
out his own dinner of bread and but
ter. meat and pickles, and fell on 1t
like u famlshed coyote, He was very
tired. The dirt had got into his finger
nails, crept into his curly brown hair,
grimed his neck, filled his ears and en-
Uttered his boyish soul. His curiosity
was thoroughly satisfied. He had be-
come satiated with the exercise; he
wanted to hunt.
However, he remembered that II
would be cowardly TO give up until
night. So he started IN to hitch UP the
mules again after taking decent rest
Fortunately he could do this without
having TO summon his uncle, and he
congratulated himself on being able to
hitch aud unhitch n team. The pillow
again was driven into the loan, and
once more the burden Of hanging on to
pair of slippery plow handles with a
couple of energetic mules striding
along in front was begun, The black
birds and kildees, nllured by the feast
of pale gruhs and salmon tinted fish
worms, came again to the burrows, but
the boy only took shot now and then.
He was doggedly, sullenly, silently
plugging along In the furrow, with the
sand gritting between his teeth. lie
wouldn't offer to plow again for Uncle
Tom. Uncle Tom knew what he was
talking about when he said It was
hard wolk and dirty -uapis-,as..a s-.S
got used to II. Well, he didn't want I,
get used TO 1t, that was all. What was
that story about cells getting used t.
being skinned? Whoa, Jimmy; back
you old yellow crate, you,
At SHUTDOWN and not until he saw
Uncle Tom turn for the house did III,
boy give over. But he had seen tn,
error of his way. Flowing wasn't what
IL was cracked up to be. There were
too many sand burs and roots and
crooked burrows and dirt and wrench
ga mud h1 q "a r. OhDnt n Thorn