Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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field -- I shall be busy all day sowing wheat in the bend
meadow." "Then I'll bring the boat for you, papa, at noon," said a child on the other side of the table. "And see if you can keep those headlands as clean as I have left them." "Yes, sir. Shall you want the horses, father, or shall we take both the oxen?" "Both? -- both _pairs_, you mean -- yes; I shall want the horses. I mean to make a finish of that wheat lot." "Mamma, you must send us our dinner," said a fourth speaker, and the eldest of the boys; -- "it'll be too confoundedly hot to come home." "Yes, it's going to be a warm day," said the father. "Who's to bring it to you, Will?" said the mother. "Asahel -- can't he -- when he brings the boat for papa?" "The boat won't go to the top of the hill," said Asahel; "and it's as hot for me as for other folks, I guess." "You take the young oxen, Winthrop," said the farmer, pushing back his chair from the table. |
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