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HIRAM THE YOUNG FARMER
BY BURBANK L. TODD

CONTENTS
I THE CALL OF SPRING II AT MRS. ATTERSONS III A DREARY DAY IV THE LOST CARD V THE COMMOTION AT MOTHER ATTERSONS VI THIS DIDN'T GET BY HIRAM VII HOW HIRAM LEFT TOWM VIII THE LURE OF GREEN FIELDS IX THE BARGAIN IS MADE X THE SOUND OF BEATING HOOFS XI A GIRL RIDES INTO THE TALE XII SOMETHING ABOUT A PASTURE FENCE XIII THE UPROOTING XIV GETTING IN THE EARLY CROPS XV TROUBLE BREWS XVI ONE SATURDAY AFTERNOON XVII MR. PEPPER APPEARS XVIII A HEAVY CLOUD XIX THE REASON WHY XX AN ENEMY IN THE DARK XXI THE WELCOME TEMPEST XXII FIRST FRUITS XXIII TOMATOES AND TROUBLE XXIV "CORN THAT'S CORN" XXV THE BARBECUE XXVI SISTER'S TURKEYS XXVII RUN TO EARTH XXIX HARVEST XXX ONE SNOWY MIDNIGHT XXXI "MR. DAMOCLES'S SWORD" XXXII THE CLOUD IS LIFTED XXXIII "CELERY MAD" XXXIV CLEANING UP A PROFIT 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 of the mid-winter thaw, that false prophet of the real springtime.
Although not a furrow had been turned as yet in the fields, and the snow lay deep in some fence corners and beneath the hedges, there was, after all, a smell of fresh earth--a clean, live smell--that Hiram Strong had missed all week down in Crawberry.
"I'm glad I came up here," he muttered, drawing in great breaths of the clean air. "Just to look at the open fields, without any brick and mortar around, makes a fellow feel fine!"
He stretched his arms above his head and, standing alone there on the upland, felt bigger and better than he had in weeks.
For Hiram Strong was a country boy, born and bred, and the town stifled him. Besides, he had begun to see that his two years in Crawberry had been wasted.
"As a hustler after fortune in the city I am not a howling success," mused Hiram. "Somehow, I'm cramped down yonder," and he glanced back at the squalid brick houses below him, the smoky roofs, and the ugly factory chimneys.
"And I declare," he pursued, reflectively, "I don't believe I can stand Old Dan Dwight much longer. Dan, Junior, is bad enough--when he is around the store; but the boss would drive a fellow to death."
He shook his head, now turning from the pleasanter prospect of the farming land and staring down into the town.
"Maybe I'm not a success because I don't stick to one thing. I've had six jobs in less'n two years. That's a bad record for a boy, I believe. But there hasn't any of them suited me, nor have I suited them.
"And Dwight's Emporium beats 'em all!" finished Hiram, shaking his head.
He turned his back upon the town once more, as though to wipe his failure out of