The farmer's boy . ite, and lie was inclined to be ((uitcconversational. His remarks, however, assumed a mildertenor when he bit into a portly doughnut and found itmade of cotton. He was afraid his mother was tryingto fool him. He wouldnt ]ia\-e thouglil it of her! Soon after iliis day came I^ast Day. School let out,and lliere was meeting at the cinircli, but most folks didnot pay much attention to lliat, and, it being a holiday,they ate rather more than on other (ki\s, if an\thing, andthey joked about its being fast in the sense that it wasnot slow. Our Ijoy did what work hv had to do, and th
The farmer's boy . ite, and lie was inclined to be ((uitcconversational. His remarks, however, assumed a mildertenor when he bit into a portly doughnut and found itmade of cotton. He was afraid his mother was tryingto fool him. He wouldnt ]ia\-e thouglil it of her! Soon after iliis day came I^ast Day. School let out,and lliere was meeting at the cinircli, but most folks didnot pay much attention to lliat, and, it being a holiday,they ate rather more than on other (ki\s, if an\thing, andthey joked about its being fast in the sense that it wasnot slow. Our Ijoy did what work hv had to do, and thenasked tlie pri\ilege of going olT to see some other box- andhave some fun. Howexir, tliat was a thing \\hi(h lia|)-pened on all sorts of davs. lie was alwaxs readx willilliat re([uest when he had leisure, and made it oftentimes, Spnnj 63 too, wiuii hv had no k-i>uri- in any ones opinion but liisown. The :;oth of Mav was Dicoration I)a\, and a (om])anyof sokhcTs alwa\s canic- with a hand and llai^s, to dccoralu. «.;i.*^ [hv i^ravi-s of the sokhers in the \ illage cemetery, and therewas singing and other exercises, and everybody waspresent. The b(jy had his boii(|Uet, and he was on thespot j)romptly and c hattint^ with some of his com|)ani() of teams were hit( lied along the roadside, and two 64 The Farmers Boy or three scores of peojjle had gathered near the cemeteryentrance. The occasion had sometliing of the solemnityof a funeral, and even the boys lowered their voices asthe\ talked. The sound of a drum and fife was presentlyheard around the turn of the road, and tlie soldiers,under their drooi)ing llag, ajjproached and filed into thecemetery. A song, an address, and a i)rayer followed — allverv impressive to the 1)oy, out tliere under tlie skies withthe wide, blossoming landscape about. Finally he laid hisflowers with the others on the graves, the soldiers formedin line, the life piped once more, the drum beat, and offthey went down the road. Then the people b
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