Outing . neighbor to look at the grain. Gorry! Dont it beat all how quickit gets ripe when it wants to! Twantmorn a week ago twas as green asgrass. How yu goin to git it in?Horsesd thrash it all out. Oh, well have to have it cradledsomehow. Ive got an old cradle you ever cradle grain ? Why, yes, but its morn twentyyears sence I held a cradle. Id hev topractice some before I could go in ando any now. You could learn to do it;itd come lots easier to yu n mowinwith a scythe. Wheres yr cradle? We watched the old mans wideswing and low, almost squatting motion. I believe I could do it, s
Outing . neighbor to look at the grain. Gorry! Dont it beat all how quickit gets ripe when it wants to! Twantmorn a week ago twas as green asgrass. How yu goin to git it in?Horsesd thrash it all out. Oh, well have to have it cradledsomehow. Ive got an old cradle you ever cradle grain ? Why, yes, but its morn twentyyears sence I held a cradle. Id hev topractice some before I could go in ando any now. You could learn to do it;itd come lots easier to yu n mowinwith a scythe. Wheres yr cradle? We watched the old mans wideswing and low, almost squatting motion. I believe I could do it, said theRebel thoughtfully, I believe Ill try itto-day. After the neighbor had gone on upthe road he took his cradle to the wheatfield. We could see his straw hat mov-ing slowly about the little field, and avisitor drove out to talk to him. Theycame back to the house together, andthe Rebel said to me: He thinks wed get our wheat inearlier if I went up to the Hollow andgot old man Bixby to cradle it for 24 THE OUTING MAGAZINE Do you suppose you could get Wood onthe telephone and see if Bixby wouldcome and cradle it for us? But the man had gone for the day,and after our caller had gone, the Rebelcommented: Do you know I am really glad thatman was not at home. I want to cradlethat wheat myself, and I believe I canget it done before he comes home to-night. Im going to try, anyway. Presently he came in, hot and thirsty,to stiffen another joint in the old cradle,and said: Oh, Im coming along. David mightas well come out and bind up somesheaves. It goes better all the time. Itell you its hot, and it takes a brandnew set of muscles! After dinner we all went out into thewheat field. The Rebel swung hiscradle quite confidently, I raked theshining, yellow stalks into bundles forone little boy to bind with twistedbunches of wheat, and the littlest boycarried sheaves to stand in shocks. Allthe long summer afternoon we sun went lower, and we wantedso much to keep at our work u
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