Boy life on the prairie . th candies, pulled at their skirts. The horses,eager to be off, pranced under the tightening dust rose under their hoofs, whips cracked, good-bys passed from lip to lip, and so, in a continuousstream the farm-wagons passed out of the gate, todiverge like the lines of a spiders web, rolling on in thecool, red sunset, on through the dusk, on under theluminous half-moon, till silent houses in every part ofthe country bloomed with light and stirred with thebustle of home-comers from a days vacation at theFair. Lincoln and Owen slipped off their new suits andresu
Boy life on the prairie . th candies, pulled at their skirts. The horses,eager to be off, pranced under the tightening dust rose under their hoofs, whips cracked, good-bys passed from lip to lip, and so, in a continuousstream the farm-wagons passed out of the gate, todiverge like the lines of a spiders web, rolling on in thecool, red sunset, on through the dusk, on under theluminous half-moon, till silent houses in every part ofthe country bloomed with light and stirred with thebustle of home-comers from a days vacation at theFair. Lincoln and Owen slipped off their new suits andresumed their hickory shirts and overalls and went outto milk the cows and feed the pigs, while Mrs. Stewartskimmed the milk and made tea for supper. The boyshad no holiday to look forward to till Thanksgivingcame, and that was not really a holiday, for it came afterthe beginning of school. Next morning, long before light, they rose to milkcows and curry horses again, and at sunrise the boyswent forth upon the land to CHAPTER XXIII A CHAPTER ON PRAIRIE GAME Lincoln Stewart, like other boys in Sun Prairie,had the ambition to be a successful hunter and earlybecame a \ery good wing-shot. As the harvest drewto a close, and even while it was going on, he broughtmany prairie chickens to the house. The broods at thistime were about two-thirds grown and made very tempt-ing dishes. Ranee Knapp never hunted them. He hada queer notion that they were too innocent and helplessto shoot. He never would kill a tame chicken for hissisters, and refused to have any hand in the cock-fight-ing which Milton and the other boys arranged for. It is not easy to kill prairie chickens if you are a boyof twelve and have no dog to find them for you. Lin-coln kept his gun handy in the field during harvestingand stocking, and whenever a covey was accidentally putup he marked the place where they settled, in order toreturn to them with his gun. He could seldom getmore than two shots, for his gun was a muz
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