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