The farmer's boy . he had a gun or a pistol, or something, to Ilxthose old crows. His mother did not like was afraid he would shoot himstlf; but she gavehim some old clothes, and hi- went off to the sho|) to con-trive a scarecrow and stuff it with ]ia\-. Wlun his fatlurajjpeared and jjretended to be frightened bv the scare-crows terrible figure, the boy was (\u\{v elated. Aftersu])i)er he and his mother and the smalUr children wentout in tile field and si1 the man up, and tlu- bo\- shookhands with him and held a little conversation with thedummv figure. Ili> small br()lher>an
The farmer's boy . he had a gun or a pistol, or something, to Ilxthose old crows. His mother did not like was afraid he would shoot himstlf; but she gavehim some old clothes, and hi- went off to the sho|) to con-trive a scarecrow and stuff it with ]ia\-. Wlun his fatlurajjpeared and jjretended to be frightened bv the scare-crows terrible figure, the boy was (\u\{v elated. Aftersu])i)er he and his mother and the smalUr children wentout in tile field and si1 the man up, and tlu- bo\- shookhands with him and held a little conversation with thedummv figure. Ili> small br()lher>an(l >isters wc-re sure thecrows wouldnt dast to come around tluix anv more,and thev were kind of afraid of ihe >tai\i row tlumsihes. 74 The Farmers Boy The days waxed hotter and hotter as the season advanced,and the boy presently got down to the simplest elementsin the clothing line. Indeed, if his folks did not insiston something more elaborate, he went about entirelycontent in a shirt and a pair of o\ Going soinnvncrc His hair was aj)l lo grow rallicr long l)tl\\XTn llic cut-tings his mother gu\c it. He would not liaw had it cutat all, if >1h- had not in>islc-(l, for Ik- did not enjoy theprocess. \er\- likel_\ he was comfortably reading a ])aperwhen she disturbed his serenity by saying, Conn, li-ank,now Ill tend to \()ur head. Summer 75 At the same time slie <^ot a comb and shears and ])Ut onher si)eetaeles. Dont want m\- hair cut, said Frank,Its all rit^ht. Youre cutlin it most every week. I aint cut it for two months, his mollier declared;so come here. Frank reluctantly settled into the chair his mother hadplaced for him, and she took off her a])ron and pinned itbottom upward around his neck. Stoj) jjokin yourfingers through that liole, says she, and lean your headforward a little. She started cli])ping. Ow I exclaimed Frank, sud-denly crouching away from liis barljer. What are you twitching like that for? she askedsomewhat irritably. You pull. was Fra
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