Identifier: boylifeonprairie00ingarl (find matches)
Title: Boy life on the prairie
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Garland, Hamlin, 1860-1940 American Popular Literature Collection
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Publisher: New York London : Macmillan
Contributing Library: Northern Illinois University
Digitizing Sponsor: CARLI: Consortium of Academic and Research Libraries in Illinois

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sagreeable odor, and theboys would have been very sorry if Mrs. Stewart hadserved up for them anything so disagreeable of flavor.But the curl of smoke from the grass with which theystarted the fire, the scream of the jay, the hawksweeping by overhead, the touch of ashes on theirtongues, the smell of the growing grass, and the skyabove, made it all wonderful and wild and very sweet.When at night they returned, tired and sleepy, to thewarmly lighted kitchen and to mother, they consideredthe day well spent, uniting as it did the pleasures ofboth civilization and barbarism. During these spring days the sunny side of the straw-stacks had a vivid charm. There the hens sat to dreamin the sun, and the cows lay there chewing their cuds.The boys spent many of their leisure hours scuffling onthe straw or lying dormant as the pigs, absorbing theheat and light. Next to the chip-pile it was the mostcomfortable resting-place about the farm, between themelting of the snow and the coming on of spring.
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SEEDING At last one morning Mr. Stewart said : — Well, boys, now well get out the drags. And amost interesting day followed. The hired man jointedthe harrows, and Mr. Stewart put the seeder teeth on,and scoured up the plough, and made every preparationfor the spring campaign. A few days later, he said : Well, Lincoln, get outinto the field to-day, and try it. It was still freezing of nights, but by ten oclock Lin-coln was upon the land with the harrow. He foundthe field dry on the swells, but still wet and cold in theravines. He kept at work all the afternoon, in a tenta-tive way, retaining the delicious feeling that he couldreally quit at any time, if he wished to do so. Thisthought made the work seem almost like play. Heunhitched early for supper, and did not go out again.The next day it was frozen in the morning, and theman finished up the woodpile and raked away therefuse in the front yard. Li the afternoon Lincoln gotout the drag again, as before. On Saturday he workedleisurely

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