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THE HARVESTER
By Gene Stratton-Porter
Author Of A Girl Of The Limberlost, Freckles, Etc.
THIS PORTION
OF THE LIFE OF A MAN OF TO-DAY
IS OFFERED IN THE HOPE THAT IN CLEANLINESS,
POETIC TEMPERMENT, AND MENTAL FORCE,
A LIKENESS WILL BE SEEN
TO
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
CONTENTS
THE HARVESTER
CHAPTER I. BELSHAZZAR'S DECISION
CHAPTER II. THE EFFECT OF A DREAM
CHAPTER III. HARVESTING THE FOREST
CHAPTER IV. A COMMISSION FOR THE SOUTH WIND
CHAPTER V. WHEN THE HARVESTER MADE GOOD
CHAPTER VI. TO LABOUR AND TO WAIT
CHAPTER VII. THE QUEST OF THE DREAM GIRL
CHAPTER VIII. BELSHAZZAR'S RECORD POINT
CHAPTER IX. THE HARVESTER GOES COURTING
CHAPTER X. THE CHIME OF THE BLUE BELLS
CHAPTER XI. DEMONSTRATED COURTSHIP
CHAPTER XII. "THE WAY OF A MAN WITH A MAID"
CHAPTER XIII. WHEN THE DREAM CAME TRUE
CHAPTER XIV. SNOWY WINGS
CHAPTER XV. THE HARVESTER INTERPRETS LIFE
CHAPTER XVI. GRANNY MORELAND'S VISIT
CHAPTER XVII. LOVE INVADES SCIENCE
CHAPTER XVIII. THE BETTER MAN
CHAPTER XIX. A VERTICAL SPINE
CHAPTER XX. THE MAN IN THE BACKGROUND
CHAPTER XXI. THE COMING OF THE BLUEBIRD
CHARACTERS
RUTH JAMESON, A Girl of the City.
GRANNY MORELAND, An Interested Neighbour.
DR. CAREY, Chief Surgeon of the Onabasha Hospital.
MRS. CAREY, Wife of the Doctor.
DR. HARMON, Who Concludes to Leave the City.
MOLLY BARNET, A Hospital Nurse with a Heart.
HENRY JAMESON, A Trader Without a Heart.
ALEXANDER HERRON, Who Made a Concession.
MRS. HERRON, A Gentle Woman.
THE KENNEDYS, Philadelphia Lawyers.
THE HARVESTER
CHAPTER I. BELSHAZZAR'S DECISION
"Bel, come here!" The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rested his head against the casing of the cabin door when he gave the command. The tip of the dog's nose touched the gravel between his paws as he crouched flat on earth, with beautiful eyes steadily watching the master, but he did not move a muscle.
"Bel, come here!"
Twinkles flashed in the eyes of the man when he repeated the order, while his voice grew more imperative as he stretched a lean, wiry hand toward the dog. The animal's eyes gleamed and his sensitive nose quivered, yet he lay quietly.
"Belshazzar, kommen Sie hier!"
The body of the dog arose on straightened legs and his muzzle dropped in the outstretched palm. A wind slightly perfumed with the odour of melting snow and unsheathing buds swept the lake beside them, and lifted a waving tangle of light hair on the brow of the man, while a level ray of the setting sun flashed across the water and illumined the graven, sensitive face, now alive with keen interest in the game being played.
"Bel, dost remember the day?" inquired the Harvester.
The eager attitude and anxious eyes of the dog betrayed that he did not, but was waiting with every sense alert for a familiar word that would tell him what was expected.
"Surely you heard the killdeers crying in the night," prompted the man. "I called your attention when the ecstasy of the first bluebird waked the dawn. All day you have seen the gold-yellow and blood-red osiers, the sap-wet maples and spring tracing announcements of her arrival on the sunny side of the levee."
The dog found no clew, but he recognized tones he loved in the suave, easy voice, and his tail beat his sides in vigorous approval. The man nodded gravely.
"Ah, so! Then you realize this day to be the most important of all the coming year to me;