HIRAM THE YOUNG FARMER

By Burbank L. Todd

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.   THE CALL OF SPRING

CHAPTER II.   AT MRS. ATTERSON'S

CHAPTER III.   A DREARY DAY

CHAPTER IV.   THE LOST CARD

CHAPTER V.   THE COMMOTION AT MOTHER ATTERSON'S

CHAPTER VI.   THIS DIDN'T GET BY HIRAM

CHAPTER VII.   HOW HIRAM LEFT TOWN

CHAPTER VIII.   THE LURE OF GREEN FIELDS

CHAPTER IX.   THE BARGAIN IS MADE

CHAPTER X.   THE SOUND OF BEATING HOOFS

CHAPTER XI.   A GIRL RIDES INTO THE TALE

CHAPTER XII.   SOMETHING ABOUT A PASTURE FENCE

CHAPTER XIII.   THE UPROOTING

CHAPTER XIV.   GETTING IN THE EARLY CROPS

CHAPTER XV.   TROUBLE BREWS

CHAPTER XV.   ONE SATURDAY AFTERNOON

CHAPTER XVII.   MR. PEPPER APPEARS

CHAPTER XVIII.   A HEAVY CLOUD

CHAPTER XIX.   THE REASON WHY

CHAPTER XX.   AN ENEMY IN THE DARK

CHAPTER XXI.   THE WELCOME TEMPEST

CHAPTER XXII.   FIRST FRUITS

CHAPTER XXIII.   TOMATOES AND TROUBLE

CHAPTER XXIV.   "CORN THAT'S CORN"

CHAPTER XXV.   THE BARBECUE

CHAPTER XXVI.   SISTER'S TURKEYS

CHAPTER XXVII.   RUN TO EARTH

CHAPTER XXVIII.   HARVEST

CHAPTER XXIX.   LETTIE BRONSON'S CORN HUSKING

CHAPTER XXX.   ONE SNOWY MIDNIGHT

CHAPTER XXXI.   "MR. DAMOCLES'S SWORD"

CHAPTER XXXII.   THE CLOUD IS LIFTED

CHAPTER XXXIII.      "CELERY MAD"

CHAPTER XXXIV.   CLEANING UP A PROFIT

CHAPTER XXXV.   LOOKING AHEAD

CHAPTER I. THE CALL OF SPRING

"Well, after all, the country isn't such a bad place as some city folk think."

The young fellow who said this stood upon the highest point of the Ridge Road, where the land sloped abruptly to the valley in which lay the small municipality of Crawberry on the one hand, while on the other open fields and patches of woodland, in a huge green-and-brown checkerboard pattern, fell more easily to the bank of the distant river.

Dotted here and there about the farming country lying before the youth as he looked westward were cottages, or the more important-looking homesteads on the larger farms; and in the distance a white church spire behind the trees marked the tiny settlement of Blaine's Smithy.

A Sabbath calm lay over the fields and woods. It was mid-afternoon of an early February Sunday—the time