Identifier: farmersboy00john (find matches)
Title: The farmer's boy
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940
Subjects: Farm life -- New England Rural children -- New England New England -- Social life and customs
Publisher: New York : Crowell
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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too, he adds, punching the stumpwith his arrow. Hell weigh a million pounds, or prettynear it, I guess. Hes largern the one I shot last summerin the Sarah Nevados. I think when I sell his hide 1 canbuy that top and a dozen marbles Ive been wanting.Well, I must get to skinning him. Wheres my bowie-knife? He dives into his pocket and brings up a small, one-bladed knife, and opening it, proceeds vigorously toattack the stump. The Ixirk hangs loosely, and theknife is more of a bother than a help. So he ))uls itback in his pocket and linishes the stripi)ing with hislingers. Then he starts in search of new achentures. Stumpsare numerous, and he is wry successful. He not onlyshoots ten or fifteen bears, but se\tral lions and tigers.I vum ! says he, after a whik, this is hot work. He ))auses, puslus his hat back, and draws his slecNeacross his forehead. \>\\\ ii wouldnt do to lii downand rest, he (onlinues. Ilures bears all around, andlions like enough u)) most an\ \vvv rcad\ to drop down
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o on a man if he isnt on the lookout. 1 dctiarc I 1 lei-1hun^L^^ry. He searches ab,)ut till he finds a birch twitr to chew on,and then looks up at the sun. Must b.- nearly noon,he comments. • Dinnrrll bi- read\- in a little while, andId better put lor home. So saving, he slings his bow o\it his shoulder, and,enlirelv careless of the dangerous woods he is in, he goesskipping down the rough road that leads homeward.He is thinking of the dinner that awaits him, and helooks neither to the right hand nor to the left. But luckseemed to be attendant on our unwar\ hunter. Xo bearpounced on him, he was not gobbled up by any of theprowling tigers, and no lion leaped down on him fromthe tree-to)»s. Thus it ha;)))(.ned that our hero endedthis achx-nturous morning in safety. Occasionally he j)layed Indian with his bow and arrows,and he would j)erha))s visit the resorts of the hens andcolled enough feathers to make a circlet to wear aroundhis head, .\fter he was properly decorated, he trampedoff

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