LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIPORNIA SAN DIEGO BTI: MRS. J. F. MOORE. " Lean not unto thine own understanding." "Wherewith shall a young man cleanse his way? By taking heed thereto, according to thy word." Sioston : ^Published by 3lenry 3toyt, JVo. g, Cornhill. Enfred, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by HENRY HOYT, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massa- chusetts. STEREOTYPED BY C J. PETERS & SON, 5 WASHINGTON ST., BOSTON. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PHILIP'S HOME CHAPTER II. PHILIP ALONE .......... l' J CHAPTER in. \ A BOUND BOY .......... 31 CHAPTER IV. CAPTAIN REEVES AND HIS FAMILY ...... 45 CHAPTER V. LIFE IN THE WOODS ......... 83 CHAPTER VI. PHILIP'S EYES OPENED .... .... 93 CHAPTER VH. MARKET-GARDENING ......... 108 CHAPTER VLII. AN ACCIDENT, AND ITS RESULTS ...... 143 4 CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. A SUNDAY RIDE 169 CHAPTER X. THE LOVE OF MONEY 191 CHAPTER XI. CONFESSION 217 CHAPTER XEI. A NEW OCCUPATION ... 238 CHAPTER PHILIP'S GUARDIAN . . . CHAPTER XTV. BEARING ANOTHER'S BURDENS 285 CHAPTER XV. SCENES op A NIGHT 305 CHAPTER XVI. JEROME'S TRIAL 321 CHAPTER XVH. TWENTY-ONE '....331 LINSIDE FARM. CHAPTER I. PHILIP'S HOME. OU could only see the top of his head. But it was just such a head as made you wish he would lift it, and show the face that was bowed over, and at that moment contracted with study as profound as that intellect in its morning was capable of grappling with. The round head hung motionless, except now and then a slight toss, just enough to throw the mass of brown curls that covered it into new and more 6 LINSIDE FARM. picturesque groupings. At last the head was fairly lifted. The usually bright face was clouded, the brow slightly drawn down. Lifting his eye, darkened with weariness and discouragement, to his father's face, and holding his slim finger between the leaves of his book, Philip said, " I've just a good mind to." " To what, my son ? " asked Mr. Landon. " To look and see what the answer is. I've tried every single figure all the way from one to nine, and it isn't enough yet ; and Mr. Anderson said we must never go above nine." Philip was in the intricacies of long division. He had, as he had said, tried every one of the nine digits for the next figure of his quotient, and none would bring the right result. He had forgotten that his error might lie farther back. " If I only knew what figure to put up here," he continued, " it would come so easy ; PHILIP'S HOME. 7 and, if I should peep in and see, it would save me so much trouble." Mr. Landon looked smilingly upon the per- plexed face of his little son, and said, " Can't you think what else Mr. Anderson said about it, whenever nine was not enough to multiply by?" Philip passed his hand through his tangled curls, and thought a moment. " Oh, yes ! I know now : and I see as plain as daylight where I made the mistake." In a moment it was corrected, and Philip's task was accomplished. Putting away his slate and book, he drew his low chair nearer his father, and laid his tired head on his knee. His father was reading ; but Philip knew the dear caressing hand would in a moment more be laid on those beautiful brown curls of his, and so it was. It was not the curls Philip was thinking about, but only the hand. The touch of those fingers, passing in and out among his tangled 8 LINSWE FARM. locks, rested him so. But it was the curls the father thought of, and the head that rested lightly on his knee. The touch brought peace and rest to his heart too. He was weary from his business ; but the tired look faded out as he read on, one pleasant paragraph after another, his fingers still straying among the locks of silky brown hair ; and Philip's face grew bright, as the light from the gas burning over his mother's work-table lay upon it. The warm glow from the grate heaped with burning coal danced through the room, lighting up every dim nook under the table and under the sofa, brightening the carpet and the curtains, and seeming to touch and rest with special joy wherever the gas-light could not penetrate. Father and son sat still in their quiet enjoy- ment for a time : but Philip was never still very long ; and he soon lifted his head, and, raising his bright eyes, sparkling with their usual mirth- fulness, to his father's face, said, not however in PHILIP'S HOME. 9 words, but simply in the expression of his beam- ing face, " Are you most ready to lay down that book and have a frolic with me?" Yes : Mr. Landon was nearly ready. He felt the sparkle of those blue eyes resting on him, though he was still looking intently at his book. A moment more, and the book dropped ; and Philip knew that the time for his nightly frolic had come. Springing up, and passing his hand caressingly over his father's head, and stroking his full beard, and then entering at once into the unlimited privilege of the moment, he tossed up his father's hair in confusion, and played various other pranks with him, till the dignified man of business looked little more dignified than his playful boy. By and by the play ended, and Philip stood for a moment quietly beside his father's chair. " So you wanted to peep, did you ? " asked Mr. Landon. " Yes : I wanted to ever so bad. Other boys do." 10 LINSIDE FARM. " But, I hope my boy never will. I should be very much ashamed of him if I knew he appeared in his class with an example correctly wrought, the result obtained by dishonest means. You wouldn't steal, would you, Philip?" " I guess I wouldn't," replied the boy. u That wouldn't be stealing, would it? " " It would be dishonesty ; and you know, my boy, how often I have told you that * honesty is the best policy,' always, Philip. That is the principle I have acted upon all my life ; and I have succeeded pretty well," he added, glan- cing complacently around the comfortable apart- ment, his eye finally resting on his wife, who sat at the opposite side of the table, busy with her sewing, from which her eyes wandered occasionally to a rosebud of a face, half buried in the pillows of a crib which she had been now and then rocking lightly, as the little nestler within had stirred. PHILIP'S HOME. 11 Yes : Mr. Landon had succeeded. He had commenced life with no capital except a fair education, industrious habits, and a strict law of integrity, to which he had scrupulously adhered through all the temptations of an early struggle with poverty. He had come through that struggle, had established a thriving business, built a comfortable house, and now sat a king in his own household. Through all his efforts, his confidence had been in this ruling maxim of his ; and like the heathens of old, who sacrificed to their net, and burned incense to their drag, he, in his inmost heart, paid the tribute of his worship to the principle of honesty, an idol as truly as if he had personated it in a graven image, and fallen down unto it. No thought of an overruling Providence ever entered into his mind ; no acknowledgment of the hand that had bestowed his blessings ever rose to his lips : but, proudly s the Pharisee of whom the Saviour spake, he 12 LINSIDE FARM. stood up before God and man, saying not to God, but to his principle of integrity that he carried always in his heart, " I thank thee that I am not as other men are : " though further than that, even with the Pharisee's prayer, he could not go, for he neither fasted nor prayed, nor gave tithes for religious purposes. He simply lived unto himself and his family, so far as it is possible for any one to do so amid the various complications of human society. " Bedtime, Philip," said his mother. Obedience was the law of that household, and Philip at once went to his mother's side. He knew what to expect next. There was no household altar of prayer in that home. It was Mrs. Landon's great grief; and, so far as it lay in her power, she had from the first resolved to supply the deficiency. Every night she read to Philip a portion of God's word, and then went to his room to pray with him before leaving him for the night. He expected it as PHILIP'S HOME. 13 confidently as he expected his good-night kiss. That night she read but a few verses ; but she read them with an impressive tone and a deep solemnity of manner that were prompted by an anxious heart. She felt that the boy standing beside her, so soon to go forth amid the temptations of a busy world, needed something more than a maxim of morality to shield him. Therefore she read, " Wherewith shall a young man cleanse his way ? By taking heed thereto, according to thy word. With my whole heart have I sought thee : oh ! let me not wander from thy commandments. Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin against thee. Blessed art thou, O Lord ! teach me thy statutes. With my lips have I declared all the judgments of thy mouth. I have rejoiced in the way of thy testimonies, as much as in all riches. I will meditate in thy precepts, and have respect unto thy ways. I will delight 14 LINSIDE FARM, myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word." Mr. Landon listened while she read. He admired the tender modulations of her voice ; he rejoiced that his boy had such a mother : hut, further than that, his thoughts did not go. Resting complacently upon the uprightness of his character, it never occurred to him that either Philip or himself needed the word of God for a guide, any further than to lead to a firm establishment of that same integrity in which he took so much pride. Mrs. Landon finished her reading, and left the room with Philip. Mr. Landon knew she would in a moment more be kneeling by the bedside of her boy, commending him to the watchful care of Him who never slumbers nor sleeps ; he knew how fervently she would pray that the dear child might be kept from the way of the destroyer ; he knew, too, that he would himself be remembered in those PHILIP'S HOME. 15 petitions, for Philip often betrayed the secrets of that hour : yet, knowing all this, he thought of nothing further, as he remembered his thriving business, his comfortable home, his wife in whom his heart trusted, his growing boy, and his sleeping babe, than that he had succeeded well in life. The next morning, Philip went to school with his carefully-wrought examples neatly traced on his slate, and feeling over his work the same sort of complacency with which his father was in the habit of contemplating the results of his life-long labors. At the door he met a class- mate, and not only a classmate, but a rival. As these ten-year-old aspirants in juvenile learning met, and eagerly compared their previous preparation made at home for the class of the day, an observer would have been struck with the various contrasts between the two boys. Philip, being always the better dressed of the two, invariably assumed an 1C LINSIDE FARM. attitude of superiority when Andy Fleming appeared. And Andy as naturally allowed him to do so. If it were only that Philip stood upon the top step, and Andy below him, in some way this relative position was always expressed. Andy's frowsy head, and coarse, patched, and not over-clean garments, formed a striking contrast to Philip's glossy curls and neat, well-fitting, and stylish suit. But the contrast was not limited to their apparel. Philip's bright face beamed already with the impression of the manly qualities his father so carefully cultivated within him ; while Andy's keen, gray eye, though glittering with a cer- tain expression of smartness, seldom rested fully and fairly in your face, even for a moment. They gravely examined each other's work, alike in every particular except order and neat- ness. Philip then returned Andy's slate, saying, "I bet you looked in the book." PHILIPS HOME. 17 " Of course I did. Do you suppose I'd be such a fool as not to look, when I could do it in half the time by looking, and be sure of getting it right besides ? I'd like to know who don't look ? " " I don't," said Philip, drawing himself up proudly. " You don't catch me doing any such mean trick as that." " Good reason why," said Andy sharply. " Your father does it all for you. Good reason why you don't look." Philip condescended no answer ; but, seizing Andy by the arm, with the advantage of standing a step higher than he, he hurled him from the steps with a force that sent him reel- ing to the ground. Philip, having taken this satisfaction for his wounded honor, walked into the house without waiting to see the effect of Andy's fall. It did not occur to him to remember how nearly he had yielded to the temptation to peep, 18 L1NSIDE FARM. nor how truly his father's suggestions had helped him over his difficulty. Andy, not much hurt either in mind or body, recovered from his fall, and entered soon after. In the class, the two boys presented their correct work, and received equal praise from their teacher, regardless of the widely different circumstances in the midst of which their work had been performed. In Andy Fleming's miserable home, there was no one to whisper to him a sentiment of morality or honor. The boy's acuteness was permitted to develop itself in any way that came most natural to him ; and if he, by a sharp exercise of his wits, could deceive his teachers, and gain a higher reputation than he deserved, so much the better. PHILIP ALONE. 19 CHAPTER II. PHILIP ALO NE. ' IVE years later, three graves, two of full size, and a little one beside, were grouped around a granite column which Mr. Landon had reared to mark the resting-place chosen for his family in a new and beautiful cemetery. Close by the margin of a little lake, and underneath a group of spreading beeches of native growth, he had chosen his place of family sepulture, and had superintended the erection of the plain shaft marked with the word " Landon." Here, in imagination, he had seen himself laid, an old and withered man, and his wife beside him, with perhaps children and grandchildren clustering around ; but all that was to be many 20 LINSIDE FARM. years hence. At the end of five years, these three graves, and an orphan boy of fifteen, bound out to a farmer two miles away, were all that remained of that happy household. The house was occupied by strangers, and the name had disappeared from all business trans- actions. First the babe, then his wife, then Mr. Landon himself, had been removed by death. The estate had fallen into the hands of ex- ecutors, who had found it necessary to sell the home and the store-building, in order to bring the business into any manageable shape. Nothing being left for Philip's support or education, there was no alternative but to place him where he could at least earn his daily bread. Yet the executors, it was said, had made a handsome thing of it ; at least they had managed to secure a good compensation for services rendered, so many said. Of all this Philip knew nothing. His knowledge of the PHILIP ALONE. 21 integrity of his father had given him the im- pression that all business-men were equally upright ; and, for years, not a shadow of suspi- cion crossed his mind that he had been unfairly dealt with. There were no near relatives to look after the interests of the orphan boy, and he could only submit to the hard requirements of the law. When he had first been asked what he would like best to do, while still stupefied by the final shock that made him a poor and friendless orphan, he had answered, " I would rather go on a farm than any thing else." Any change seemed desirable to the poor boy. He had no heart to live in the town where his happy days had been passed. It seemed to him it would be more than he could bear, to pass daily his dear old home, his school haunts, his father's place of business. Besides, he had always had a leaning to country-life. The bracing air, the open, breezy plains, the green grass, the over- 22 LINSIDE FARM. looking hills, all drew him by a powerful charm. He had occasionally gone out for a day of relaxation from school, and planted corn with a school-fellow, or raked hay, or bound sheaves in the harvest-field ; and, making it half work, half frolic, and quitting when he pleased, he fancied that he loved a farmer's life, and therefore declared this his choice. Mr. Glenn, who was Philip's guardian, and also the most active of the executors, indeed, the one who did all the business, and did it in his own way, thought no other arrangement would answer the purpose so well as that Philip should be bound. He wanted no fickleness, he said. If Philip went to a farm, he must go to stay. So the papers were made out that bound Philip to Linside Farm for six years, till he should be twenty-one. " It will be only six years," Mr. Glenn had said to him ; " and then you will be a man ; and if you don't like the business, why, then " PHILIP ALONE. 23 Six years ! To Mr. Glenn, in -his prime of life, it seemed but a little while, a mere experi- ment ; but, to Philip, six years seemed almost an eternity. It was the stupendous chasm that divided his boyhood from his manhood ; and he almost felt that in six years, if it ever should pass by, it would be too late to make any further changes in his path of life. Still, he was content. The thought of going into the country called up to his mind the merry days he had spent, now and then, out under the sweet sky, amid the rustling corn and fra- grant clover. Besides, he must go somewhere. He was homeless, and the thought of con- finement in a store or shop was not to be tole- rated. So the indentures were made out, and he was a bound boy. He did not feel the bonds then. It was simply an agreement to stay so long ; or, rather, it came to his mind as security, for a borne for so long ; and, with as much cheer- 24 LINSIDE FARM. fulness as a homeless orphan boy could be expected to feel, Philip looked forward to Lin side. The name possessed a sort of fascination for him. He was a little inclined to romance. The name had been applied to the place by the farmer's sentimental, novel-reading daughter. She had discovered that " Lin " was a Scotch name for a babbling brook, finding its way over rocks and pebbles, with now and then a little plunge. And as just such a brook ran by her father's farm, forming its boundary on one side, it struck her fancy to call the place Linside. She gave herself credit for great originality in coining the appellation ; and so persevering was she in calling her home Linside, inviting her friends to Linside, having all her letters directed to Linside Farm, Chesterfield, that the name had finally outlived the ridicule of being a notion of the romantic Miss So- phronia, and had come into general use as the PHILIP ALONE. 25 name by which the farm of Mr. Reeves was known. It was fall when Philip went to Linside Farm. It had been some months since his father's death. During that time, while the estate was being settled up, Philip had staid at the house of Mr. Glenn.- Mr. Glenn was owing the estate ; and he had kept Philip, so it was said, till his board-bill, by careful manage- ment, was made to balance the indebtedness ; and then the above-mentioned arrangement was made, whereby the friendless boy was well pro- vided for, so said Mr. Glenn. The night before Philip was to take up his abode at Linside Farm, he walked to the cem- etery, where, grouped around the central column, his father and mother and baby-sister lay. It was a beautiful October evening. The soft haze of Indian summer lay over the land- scape, the trees had put on their autumn glory. Tn his lonely walk of two miles, Philip's heart 6 LINSIDE FARM. yielded to the impression of calm beauty around him, and, though sad, he was not depressed. Wandering pensively along, he came to the turnstile that admitted him to the burial-grounds. He felt in no haste to reach the consecrated spot that held his heart's treasures, but sauntered slowly through the withered grass, reading here and there the familiar names inscribed on the monumental stones, and recalling the happy scenes of his past life. Here lay a companion of his mother; there a friend of his father ; there, again, a play- mate of his own boyhood ; and again a meek brown-eyed little girl, whose recalled image seemed a vision of Paradise. Perhaps it was not a good preparation for the duties upon which he was about to enter, thus vividly to recall the happy past. Yet who has not heard in his heart, at times, that cry of Nature that will not be stilled except beside a grave ? PHILIP ALONE. 27 So Philip wandered till he came suddenly upon the little enclosure within which slept his own dead. Alas ! there was nothing else now in the world that he could call his own, save those three graves. They were his by a title no litigation could ever annul. He had a key in his pocket with which to unlock the small gate ; hut, in the fulness of his youthful strength and agility, he placed his hand upon the low iron fence, and leaped over on the dry grass. He sat down upon the base of the column. The three were sleeping near, so near ; and yet, should he call never so loudly, and with never so much anguish in his cry, they could not answer him. Oh for that hand to stray once more among the brown curls ! They were less glossy now, and the bright rings were more closely shorn. Oh for that mother's voice to breathe one more holy psalm, one more prayer ! For a time the boy's spirit seemed utterly 28 LINSIDE FARM. crushed. It is sad, when, to one whose hairs are already gray, life becomes an intolerable burden ; but sadder yet, when, to a fresh young heart, its long pilgrimage, stretching forward, seems to lie through a dreary waste ; when the shoulders, still young, feel the pressure of oncoming years as a load they would gladly shrink from taking up. But, both in body and mind, Philip was healthy. No morbid sentimentalism had ever been cherished in that sunny spirit ; and, after the first tide of loneliness and grief swept by like a merciless wave, flinging him weak and exhausted on a barren shore, strength and hope returned. His father's last words seemed to be spoken to him from the grassy mound at his feet. " My son, you are left alone ; but you have a life to live. Live honor- ably." " I will," said Philip aloud. He was startled by the sound of his own voice ; yet it PHILIP ALONE. 29 seemed to give him strength to hear it. A slight echo brought back his words to his ear. " I will," he repeated : " I have a life to live, and I will live honorably." A little more ^self-knowledge would have made the boy speak less confidently. A sanc- tified self-knowledge would have led him to pray. But he did neither. He simply said, " I will." The sun had gone down on the opposite side of the little lake, leaving the water a sheet of burnished gold. Philip's thoughts wandered from himself, from the graves around him, and feasted on the beauty of the world. " Ah, yes ! what a beautiful world, if there were no graves in it," he said at length. " But the graves make it seem cold and dreary." By and by he rose ; and again, over the little sheet of water that lay before him, rung out his firm " I will." Then, taking the key from his pocket, he 30 LINSIDE FARM. opened the gate, and stepped out. He felt less boyish than half an hour before. He left the three graves, and beside them another grave, wherein lay buried all his past. For him now there was only a future. A BOUND BOY. 31 CHAPTER III. A BOUND BOY. lay on the banks of Rock River, a small stream, so called from the nature of its bed. When Philip returned from the cemetery, his greatest desire was to get out of Chester- field as early as possible the next morning, and beo-in his new life. Mr. Glenn was to take O him out with his trunk, containing his earthly fortune, in his own buggy. Something de- tained Mr. Glenn for several hours, so that it was nearly ten o'clock before they were ready to start. As they crossed the Rock-River bridge to go to Linside Farm, about two miles away on the other side of the river, Philip '>- LINSIDE FARM. felt for a moment that he would give any thing if he could only go back. How could he leave all he had ever known and loved, and go out into an unknown world to make his way alone ? The first thought that gave him strength was, " I must ; " and, as his strength gathered, he repeated, as the night before, " I will." Mr. Glenn drove on rapidly, absorbed in his own thoughts, taking no more note of the hoy at his side than if he had been some article of merchandise. At length Philip timidly remarked, " I wish I was going farther off." " I don't," replied Mr. Glenn sharply. " It's as much as I know how to do to spare time to take you out here. I'm in an awful hurry this morning. The truth is, you might have walked, if it hadn't been for this trunk. Many a boy has gone to a new home with only a bundle on his back. You're uncommon well off, if you only knew it." A BOUND BOY. 33 Philip ventured no reply. After a few moments, Mr. Glenn added with a softened manner (perhaps he was touched with the boy's silence), " What do you want to go farther off for, Philip ? " " 'Twould be newer," answered Philip. " I mldn't be tempted all the time to be running er to town." Mr. Glenn laughed a short, uneasy laugh. " I don't think you'll be much troubled that way, Philip v But you're uncommon well off, I must say, and " Mr. Glenn stopped short. He was going to add, " Beggars mustn't be choosers ; " but .his eye met the calm blue eye of the orphan, and he could not say it. Nothing more was said until they came in sight of Linside Farm, Philip's home ! Alas that he should come to it from such a cosey nest of love as he had once known I The farm lay on the left side of the road as 3 34 LINSIDE FARM. they approached it from town. Mr. Reeves had lately built a large brick house, after having been for several years urged to do so by his wife and his daughter Sophronia. The house looked comfortable, but stood exposed to the bare sunlight. The gravelly soil had been levelled off somewhat evenly in front of the house, and a native growth of grass and clover, mingled with coarse, unsightly weeds, covered the ground. Not a tree nor a shrub had been planted, nor a turf laid, though Sophy hud managed to lay out a patch of ground in beds and walks, which then were sere and brown after the frosts, but which had been gay with marigolds and poppies a few weeks earlier. Before reaching the house, they had passed the stables, built close to the public road, with a reeking barnyard which extended to the very borders of the street. Outside the barnyard fence, in the road, lay several pig-troughs ; and the ground was covered with corn-cobs, looking A 'BOUND BOY. 35 as if they might have been the accumulations of years. " I think I'll get Mr. Reeves to let me clean up all this, the very first thing I do," said Philip. " I suppose he doesn't have time." Mr. Glenn looked at him and smiled. Philip thought the smile was in commendation of his proposition ; but Mr. Glenn said nothing. As they stopped in front of the house, Philip glanced up, wondering which of those win- dows above would look out of his room, and hoping it might be the one that looked towards the babbling brook that crossed the road a few rods farther on. " Well, jump out," said Mr. Glenn, " and hoist out your trunk in a jiffy ; for, as I told you, I'm in an awful hurry." " Aren't you going in with me ? " asked Philip. " Me ! No. I don't know the family. I've only seen Capt. Reeves. Make haste, boy." 36 LINSIDE FARM. Philip, with a good deal of effort, got his trunk to the ground ; and Mr. Glenn, nodding to him, said " Good-by," and, whirling his horse quickly round, started back to town on a round trot, leaving Philip with his hand raised for a parting grasp, and his ears open to drink in the good wishes and farewell words of Mr. Glenn. He was alone in the world now, and the consciousness of the fact came over him with terrible power. " It won't do for me to stand here, not a minute," he thought. " I shall break down." So, resolutely seizing his trunk, he dragged it inside the gate, and then walked to the door and rang the bell. It was answered by Miss Sophy in person. " Is Mr. Reeves in ? " asked Philip timidly. " No," said she, and waited for something further. " Shall I come in ? " asked Philip. " I sup- pose he expected me to-day." A BOUND BOY. 37 " You're the boy ? " she asked in amaze- ment. " Go to the back door ; " and instantly shut the door in his face. Philip's hot young blood boiled for a moment ; but, as on the bridge, " I must " solved his questions and cooled his rising wrath. Going back to the gate to fetch his trunk gave him a little time to recover himself; and, by the time he had tugged with it around a path evidently much more frequented than the one that led to the front door, he was quite calm, though somewhat out of breath. " O Here he was evidently expected ; for the door opened before he reached it, and a woman looked out and greeted him with a smile. That smile went to his heart more than Miss Sophy's rudeness. That smile he was to see many times, darted upon him warm and cheery, like a gleam of sunshine. " Come in," said Mrs. Reeves. " Let me see : what's your name ? " 38 LINSIDE FARM. " Philip Landon," he replied, as he stood before her, cap in hand. " Oh, yes ! I remember. Come in, Philip. Bring in your trunk. You might as well take it right up to your room." This was what Philip wanted. He desired, more than any thing else, to see the room he was to occupy. His own room at home had been a bright and sunny room, opening out on a balcony that overlooked half the town, and gave a splendid view up and down Rock River, upon which he had been content to feast his eyes for hours together. He followed Mrs. Reeves, who opened a door leading out of the large dining-room which he had entered. Up a narrow, winding back-stairs she disappeared, he following. As she reached the top, she looked back, saying, " Oh ! you haven't got your trunk. Bring it right along. I don't want to come up again to show you where to put your things." A BOUND BOY. 39 "I don't know whether I can get it up alone," he replied doubtfully. " Oh ! yes, you can. Catch hold and try. My man would say you are not worth much if you can't do that. Jerome Reeves sat in the dining-room and looked on while Philip tugged at his trunk till the veins in his forehead seemed ready to burst ; but he offered no helping hand. " Don't bang the wall with it ! " cried Mrs. Reeves from above. Philip strained every muscle, and at length succeeded in reaching the top of the stairs without leaving a scratch on the wall on either hand. Mrs. Reeves seized the trunk with a vigorous pull as it came within her reach, and the thing was accomplished. " Why, 'tis heavy, I do declare," said she. " What in the world have you got in it ? " " My clothing and books," replied Philip, wiping his face and gasping for breath. . 40 LINSIDE FARM. " Well, bring it along, if you can ever get your breath again," she continued good- humoredly. " Why, how it makes you pant, boy! I do declare I don't believe you are any stouter than my Jerome, down there ; and his father says he ain't worth a hill of beans. Well, here's your quarters. Set your trunk over there ; and now- hang up your clothes and get all fixed up before Mr. Reeves comes in. You'd better change your clothes, and get all ready for work, too," she added, glancing at his tidy suit. " These are my commonest clothes, Mrs. Reeves," he replied. " Whose clothes are these hanging here ? " " Oh ! they're Tom's. He's the hired man, you know. He said you might have a share of his room." Oh, yes," said Philip. " Well, fix up now, and be all ready to go to work after dinner. Mr. Reeves don't have any lazy folks around him." A BOUND BOY. 41 She was gone, and he was alone in his room, his room ! which he had been in such haste to see, reeking with stable-odors, and foul with mud, and but half his at that ! The room was over the kitchen. That part of the house was only a story and a half high. In the middle of the room, at its highest point, he could reach the ceiling with his extended fingers. Then it sloped to within about two feet of the floor each way ; and on either side were two windows, each of three panes of glass set side by side. These windows could only be reached by crawling down to them on hands and knees. But straight to them Philip did crawl, and opened all four of them, to let in the free, sweet, pure air. How delicious it seemed ! A. glance through the windows was all he had time for then. First, towards town, two miles away, climbing up the bank and strag- gling off into the swee rural regions beyond, lay Chesterfield, full in sight. As if to mock 42 LINSIDE FARM. and tantalize the poor boy, the first spot upon which his eye rested was his own old home. Even at that distance he could recognize the window that had been his window, and the balcony upon which he had lain so many sweet summer evenings, listening to the swallows that sailed, twittering with delicious joy, over his head ; and later, as the sunset faded, and the shadows deepened, to the katydids, and other sounds of insect-life that filled the quivering air. He could not bear it. He drew hastily back, and went to the other side. Yes : it looked towards the babbling brook. He could hear it ripple. There was refreshment and peace in that. He lay on the floor and listened. But, somehow, he could not see what was there. He could see only the town opposite. He could see only that well-re- membered home, that window, that balcony, his no longer. Then he remembered something he had once A BOUND BOY. 43 x heard his father read about people that 'were " pity --TS of themselves." " No, that I must not '," he exclaimed vehemently. " My father commenced poor. He commenced with nothing. I will be brave. I will make my own fortune, as he did." \. mocking tone seemed to answer, " His fortune!" Alas, where was it? Philip reso- lutely excluded the thought. " If he could only have lived, it would have been all right. As it is, I can do as he did. I have a life to live, my own life, and nobody's else." Turning resolutely to business, he opened his trunk, and hung up his best suit, as far as possible from Tom's unclean clothes, and then That was all he found to do. There was no bureau, no closet. The sole furniture of the room was its bed, a stand with a tin wash-basin, but no water, nor any sign of any having been there. Besides, there was a single chair and his 44 LINSIDE FARM. trunk. So he closed the trunk, and slipped the key in his pocket, and went down stairs. " Just in time," said Mrs. Reeves. " Bring me a pail of water. Out there is the well." Philip brought the water, and then walked to the window. Towards Chesterfield again ! Ho turned hastily away, repeating his wish uttered to Mr. Glenn that morning, that he were ten miles away, instead of two. But he was bound. CAPT. R'EEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 45 CHAPTER IV. CAPTAIN REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 'URING all the time of Philip's passing in and out, Jerome had not once raised his eyes from the news- paper he was reading. When he did, it was only to announce some event of the war then in progress, to which his mother re- sponded in a few indifferent words. Philip had been looking with much interest at Jerome, as he half reclined near the window. He seemed about Philip's own age, but slight in figure, and a little pale. Philip wondered somewhat at his dress, which seemed not at all adapted to labor, but rather to a quiet and studious life, such as Philip had been accus- tomed to, both for himself and among his 46 LINSIDE FARM. associates. He felt drawn to Jerome, as boy to boy, without a shadow of doubt that soon they would be well acquainted, and have many merry days together in the farm-life which had looked so attractive to him from a distance. Mr. Reeves came in punctually to dinner at twelve o'clock. There was always a hurry and commotion in the kitchen as twelve o'clock drew near, especially if, by any accident or mis- calculation, dinner was in any danger of being ten minutes late. This rarely happened. To- day, as usual, when the long black fingers of the clock approached the momentous twelve, the dishes began to gather on the table ; and all was ready, as he liked it, when the captain ap- peared. He was often called captain, and enjoyed it exceedingly ; having led a company of volunteers in the first three months' service of the war, from which he had returned some months previous. " Ah, you are here ! " he exclaimed, as his eye fell on Philip's face. CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 47 Philip looked up and smiled in acknowledg- ment of the above salutation, and waited for whatever the captain might have to say further. He said nothing more. The dinner was announced. Jerome laid aside his paper, and took up what Philip had not before noticed, a crutch, with an iron stir- rup on it, elevated some distance from the floor, in .which he rested his right foot ; a stiff bent knee making it impossible for him to bring it to the floor. Here was the secret of his delicate appearance, his neat apparel, and his quiet habits. " He studies, of course," thought Philip. " How nice that must be ! " Miss Sophy appeared from the front rooms of the house, attired in a showy morning- wrapper, which trailed half a yard upon the floor as she walked. Her father managed, as usual, to set his broad foot upon it once or twice before she reached 48 LINSIDE FARM. her chair : at which Miss Sophy darted angry glances at him over her shoulder, and he ex- claimed not less angrily at the absurdity of women for wearing such trumpery. As the family were gathering around the table, Philip stood apart, waiting for an invita- tion to join them. He heard other voices in the room beyond, but gave no heed to them. He observed a peculiar glance from Miss Sophronia as she entered the room, but still waited to be summoned to the vacant seat beside Jerome. " Ma, isn't the dinner ready out there ? " asked the young lady. " Oh ! yes : I forgot. Philip, your dinner is ready for you in the kitchen." He darted away, but turned back his angry eyes, as a sneering laugh from Miss Sophy met his ear. As he turned, a vision flashed upon him. A little girl came running to take her place at the table. CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 49 " Always tardy, Pauly," said her father ; but she stopped on her way, and smothered his reproof with kisses from her rosy mouth. Philip could not but stand an instant and gaze at the round arms flung around the neck of Capt. Reeves, the rosy cheek pressed to his, and the bright eyes, so full, so brimming over, and sparkling with frolic, that no one ever noticed whether they were black or blue or gray. Capt. Reeves himself seemed transfigured, as he felt upon his face and neck the caressing arms and dimpled cheeks of his darling, the blossom laid so late in life upon his seared and dry heart. But for Philip it was only a "mo- mentary glance. Miss Sophy's voice called out, " Go to your seat, Pauline : Philip, shut the door ; " and he turned from the " stray babe of Paradise," to the great farm-house kitchen, that lay on the other side of the door. 4 50 LINSIDE FARM. " That boy thinks he is a gentleman," said Miss Sophy. " I never saw the like." " A gentleman ! " answered the captain sneer- ingly. " What is a gentleman, Sophy ? I'd just like to know what a gentleman is." "Let the boy alone, Sophy. He'll learn soon enough what he has got to be here," said the mother compassionately. " What if it was Jerome here, your brother, turned out of house and home, and with nobody to see to him, poor fellow?" The mother's eye grew moist as she looked at her helpless boy, older by two years than Philip, though quite as boyish looking. But the captain darted a sharp glance at the poor cripple, in whom he had been so bitterly disap- pointed. Jerome did not lift his eyes to meet that glance : he had seen it too often. The next moment they were all absorbed in the important business of helping and being helped ; little Pauline's plate receiving all the choicest tid-bits within her father's reach. CAP?: REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 51 " There is a call for more troops, father," said Jerome. " Well, why don't you go ? " answered the captain fiercely, seizing this as he did every opportunity to fling his son's helplessness into his face. " Oh, if I only could ! " exclaimed Jerome fervently. " I wouldn't stay to finish my dinner." " Ah, yes ! I remember you did your fight- ing when you were a boy;" referring to the boyish burst of passion that led to a scuffle with a playmate, and ended in Jerome's being brought into the house with the injured knee that had crippled him for life. " My boy," said his mother fondly, " I could almost be glad now that you are disabled." " 'Tis as it is," said Jerome bitterly. " Papa, are you going to war again ? " asked little Pauline, lifting her dilated eyes to her father's face. 52 LINSIDE FARM. " No, pet : papa can't go. He must stay at home and raise something for his little Pauly to eat." " We could eat apples; and they grow with- out raising. Couldn't we, mamma ? " Pauly's remark caused a laugh, and the sub- ject of the war was dismissed. Philip, meanwhile, had seated himself at the kitchen-table, in company with Tom and Kate the cook. These two engrossed the conversa- tion ; and Philip was left with nothing to do but to satisfy the cravings of hunger, which, naturally enough, under the circumstances, were not ravenous. The three pushed back their chairs from the table long before the dinner in the dining-room was finished. Sophronia had of late years introduced, little by little, into the management of family affairs all she had been able to gather up of the customs of fashionable society, overcoming gradually, by sheer force of will, CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 53 the preferences of her father and mother for homely ways. She had not yet carried the point of having their one handmaid called from her dinner to clear the table for dessert. Her mother had thus far maintained her own rule in this matter ; and Kate was allowed to eat her dinner in peace at the same hour with the family, though, as we have seen, in a room apart. At present, Sophronia was obliged to content herself with removing the plates and distributing the dessert herself; but she was not without hope of further reforms. While she was thus engaged, the family heard the chairs sliding back on the bare kitchen-floor ; and Capt. Reeves called out, "Pauly, tell the boy to come here." " What boy, papa ? what shall I call him ? " "What's his name, mother?" asked the captain. " I suppose you've found out." " Philip, Pauly : call him Philip." "I think Phil is quite enough," remarked Miss Sophy. 54 LINSIDE FA-RM. Meanwhile Pauly opened the kitchen-door, and called, " Philip, papa wants you." There she stood, that vision again, that one hint of heaven, in the midst of so much earth- liness. Philip stooped, he could not do other- wise, and kissed Pauly's rosy cheek ; and Pauly threw her arms around Philip's neck, and kissed him. Sophronia darted angry glances at him ; but the unsophisticated boy did not see them, nor feel them burning into his very heart, as he learned to do afterwards. The next moment he stood waiting to receive his master's orders. " This afternoon," said the captain, "I want you to dig potatoes. There's five acres of them to be got in ready for market ; and you'll just keep at them till they're all in." " Yes, sir," answered Philip. " And do you understand, now, I want you to be smart. It's a boy I want, you see, a boy for work. Here's Jerome ought to be doing CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 55 just that sort of thing ; but you see he's no account." And the angry flash fell again on his only son. " Like as a father pitieth his children," says the Scripture, " so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." But surely it was not that father that was taken as a model. " But, look here, boy : you're not dressed for work. Go take off your Sunday clothes, and get ready for business ; and be quick too," he added in a sharp, business-like way, though not cross. " These are my oldest clothes," replied Philip. " I intended this for a working-suit." " Mother," said the captain, " haven't you got an old suit of Jerome's to put the boy in ? " " Perhaps I can find one." " Well, get them, quick. We've got to sit here a while longer, I suppose, to suit Sophy's notions ; but work must go on." " Capt. Reeves," said Philip, "I would so much rather wear my own clothes, if you 56 LINSIDE FARM. please. This is a good stout suit, and will stand work pretty well." " Look here, boy," said the -captain : " it's pretty clear there are some things you don't understand. Your clothes are my clothes now ; and I choose they shall be taken care of. So, if you please, young man," he added with emphasis, " or if you don't please, just take that suit and put it on, and be quick." Philip took the clothes Mrs. Reeves had brought, and disappeared up the narrow back- stairs to his room. Just at the top of the stairs there burst upon him again that full view of Chesterfield ; and somehow, as it always would happen, his eye rested on that familiar home, that particular window, that balcony. For a moment it seemed as if the sight struck him with a blow under which he must stagger ; but the next moment he seemed to hear his father's voice saying, " My son, you have a life to live. Live honorably." With an audible CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 57 voice Philip again answered, " I will, father ; I will." He sprang into his room, and quickly changed his garments, not stopping to look at the patched knees, and the jacket out at the elbows, and not knowing that another " boy " had worn them since Jerome. He passed his hand once through the clustering brown curls (there was no other hand to stray among them now), and re-appeared in the dining-room in his unwonted attire. " Now you look like business," said the captain, scanning him from head to foot, and at last looking up into his flushed face. Philip met his look with a calm, steady eye, though he could not drive away the two bright spots that burned in his cheeks. " Tom will show you ;' " and the captain motioned him away. Pauly sprang from her seat at the table, and intercepted him before he reached the door ; and, lifting once more her plump face and beaming 58 LINS7DE FARM. eyes, said, u Never mind the old clothes, Philip : I like you just as well ; " and darted back before Sophronia could interpose a word or a look. " That boy isn't used to hard work. Be easy with him at first, won't you, father ? " said Mrs. Reeves. He laughed : a laugh that simply shook his ample sides, but brought no kindly expression to his face. " That will do for you to say, mother : that'll do for you. But the only way to break such a boy is to chuck him right in." " Papa, are you going to break Philip ? " asked Pauly. " I won't hurt him, Pauly. I'm only going to break him to work, as we do horses when they get big enough." *' I wish nobody didn't have to work hard," said Pauly sorrowfully. " Not boys, nor horses, nor nothing." " But they do have to, Pauly." " You'll let him play sometimes, won't you, papa ? " CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 59 " Play, Pauly ! That's your business, not his. Sophy, give me another of those peaches : they're splendid. Here, Pauly ; " and he tossed her one of the rosiest and finest. Pauly took it up, looked at it for a moment, and slyly slipped it into her pocket. " Going to save it to eat by and by ? " " No : I am going to give it to Philip. You didn't give him any." Pauline had her way, as she always did. Philip, meanwhile, had followed Tom to the five-acre field of potatoes, with his hoe on his shoulder. Tom went far enough to show him the field, and then left him. Philip went on, leaped over the fence, and stopped to survey the scene of operations. The field lay alongside the brook that leaped from rock to rock, making tinkling music all along its way to join Rock River, five miles below. Just here it was broad and shallow ; and Philip thought what glorious fun it would 60 LINSIDE FARM. be to spring down its rocky banks, and leap from stone to stone lying up bare from arnid its noisy, dancing waters, and stand, in the joy of boyish strength and courage, on the very top of a rock that some rods away received and dashed off to either side the stream that leaped from above, and plunged down into deep, still pools below. A dash of the spray would have refreshed him so ! The brown woods across the brook he knew were full of trees loaded with nuts. He had roamed through them often ; and now he could hear the shouts of boys, some near, some faint and far away. He well knew what sport they were having. Over all woods, water, and plain lay the October haze, softening the golden sunlight that fell alike on the dancing brook and on the unpoetic potato- field. But his business now was not with the October haze, nor the glancing water, nor the sweet sunshine, nor the great trees, that, beyond CAPT. REEVES AND HIS FAMILY. 61 the brook, loomed up in the misty air ; save as these all gathered around him, with their silent witness of the goodness and the glory of God, ready to feed his soul with angel's food, though his hands must be busy, and his muscles ache with unaccustomed labor. He turned from the brook ; and there, climb- ing up the river-bank, always in sight wherever he went, lay Chesterfield. It reminded him of something his mother had once read to him, about being compassed about with a great cloud of witnesses. It seemed as if his old haunts, his friends, his companions, his former life, yes, and the three graves beyond the city, among the silent hills, each sent its keen-eyed ghost to watch him from those shining heights. The cloud of witnesses that really did look down upon him, youthful runner in a race upon which hung such momentous issues, he did not think of at all. Yet they were watching him. 62 LINSIDE FARM. About the middle of the afternoon, a light step tripped near him, a bright glance and a merry laugh ; and little Pauly laid her ripe peach in his dusty hand. It was hard to tell which gave him most refreshment, the luscious, juicy peach, or the sparkle of the merry eyes that looked up to his. However that might be, he certainly was refreshed, and went on with his work till night with renewed vigor. riFE IN THE WOODS. 63 CHAPTER V. LIFE IN THE WOODS. F T length the potatoes were all stored away to wait for spring prices ; the corn was gathered into the crib; the fall ploughing was done, and wheat sown, and stacks of hay and fodder that had been accumulating during the summer and fall stood ready for winter use ; barns and cattle- sheds were overlooked and put in complete order for the sheltering of stock during the winter : for Capt. Reeves was a good fanner, and looked well both to the crops and the stock on his premises. They were all money in his pocket. Philip had never yet come to the point which he had announced to Mr. Glenn as the -f LINSIDE FARM. first thing he should undertake. The unsightly feeding-troughs and heaps of refuse still lay in the road ; while more nearly in front of the house was the common gathering-place of the cows for milking and feeding. Philip had soon learned that he was not expected to make sug- gestions. He saw little of Jerome. Not a step of progress could he make in cultivating the ac- quaintance of the crippled boy. He was almost always in the same seat, on a lounge by the dining-room window, while his mother bustled about, busy with her household cares, and Pauly danced hither and thither like a stray sunbeam, bringing light and gladness wherever she came. Sometimes she stood by Jerome as he read the daily paper or pursued his studies, her fingers wandering over his hair or stroking his cheek. The pale, listless face always settled into perfect rest when she was by, and sometimes was even lighted up with a gleam of pleasure. Then LIFE IN THE WOODS. 65 Pauly was by her mother, and her cares seemed lighter, and her vexations more endurable. Then she would vanish into those mysterious regions towards the front of the house, which, for all Philip knew of them, might be fairy- land. He only knew that Miss Sophy was always summoned thence when meals were ready, and disappeared again in that direction when they were over ; and, once or twice, the sound of sC piano had penetrated even as far as the farm-kitchen, and sometimes had stolen up to his forlorn bedroom as he was dropping off to sleep, seeming to him like echoes from an almost forgotten past. Philip began to feel at length that they were about ready for a quiet winter, and he won- dered when the captain would speak of his going to school. He knew it was part of the agreement entered into on his behalf that he should have a certain amount of schooling: how much he did not know ; but he had settled it in 66 LINSIDZ FARM. his own mind that it would certainly be as much as three months every winter. One evening, near the close of November, as he, with Tom and Kate, sat around the groat kitchen-stove, the captain suddenly appeared among them. His errand was with Tom ; and he took no more notice of Philip and Kate than if they had been blocks of stone. Walking straight to Tom, he laid down thirty dollars on the table before him, saying, " Here's the balance of what I owe yon, Tom. I suppose you are going in the morning." " Yes, sir," answered Tom ; and the captain left. " Are you going away, Tom ? " asked Philip. " Yes. The captain can't afford to keep me any longer." And Tom laughed sneer- ingly. " I'm glad I ain't as poor as Capt. Reeves," he added. " He's going to grind my work out of you now, Phil." LIFE IN THE WOODS. 67 Philip made no reply, but dropped his eyes on an algebra he was trying to study. The subject was not resumed. He continued poring over his algebra and slate, doinji the best he O O could amidst the incessant clatter of tongues kept up by Tom and Kate. He knew Jerome was quietly reading history in the next room. How he envied the privileged boy ! He would almost have been content, he fancied, to become crippled like him, if that would have brought him the same advantages. From the parlor beyond came sounds of Sophronia's piano, and singing and laughter. She had company : slut almost always did in the evening. Philip's thoughts for a while wandered sadly from the book on which his eyes persistently rested ; and when Tom at length took up the candle and said, " Come, Phil, let's go to bed," he gath- ered up his book and slate with the feeling that there was very little use in his trying to study any more : he might as well give it up. 68 LINSIDE FARM. As they passed through the dining-room, Jerome raised his languid eyes from his book, and looked enviously at Philip's boyish figure and elastic step. Could the two boys have looked into each other's minds, they would have been mutually astonished. Both, perhaps, would have had the thought flashed upon them, that God distributes his gifts more equally than his murmuring creatures sometimes think ; so that while no one has all things, every one has many things for which to give thanks. Philip was somewhat wakeful, wondering how the change of affairs would be likely to affect him. Sometimes he thought Tom's work would all come on his shoulders ; and that hereafter he might expect to feed the stock entirely, as he had already been in the habit of doing in part. But again he remembered the captain's remarkable care of every living thing on the place, and how he had never trusted even Tom, without a constant oversight of his LIFE IN THE WOODS. 69 own. He was not only careful, but absolutely notional. At length, Philip settled quietly to the con- clusion that Tom had been dismissed for the reason that work was pretty much wound up for the season, and that he should certainly be sent to school. With that conclusion he fell asleep, dreaming of daily walks to and from Chesterfield, and of happy hours awaiting him in the old familiar schoolrooms. When he awoke the next morning, Tom was already gone ; and the empty pegs on the wall where his clothing had hung showed that his departure was final. Tom had risen early, and was at that moment half way to town ; de- termined, if he could avoid it, not to lose so much as a day's work in his change of employ- ments. As Philip passed through the dining-room, the captain spoke to him. " Sir," said Philip. 70 LINSIDE FARM. " I want you to go to the woods with me to- day." " Yes, sir." " Get the team ready. We shall start right after breakfast." " Yes, sir." u Tell Kate to put up your dinner to take along." " Yes, sir." Philip passed on. He would have been unwilling to acknowledge the bitter pang of disappointment that shot through him. He had wrought up his expectations to a pitch of absolute certainty that the next order he should hear from the captain would be to go to school. If that privilege, or rather right, were given him, Philip felt that he could live through the monotonous round of his farm-life, and scarcely feel its dreariness. After breakfast, they went to the woods. The captain threw on the wagon two axes, a LIFE IN THE WOODS. 71 beetle and wedge, and then sprang on, taking the lines out of Philip's hands, and driving himself, because he loved to. A light snow had fallen during the night, but the sun had come out gloriously in the morning. They were silent during the ride ; the intercourse between master and boy being usually limited to giving and receiving orders. So Philip was at liberty to revel in the beauty of the newly-fallen snow as it lay so soft and light on field and hill, clinging to the dry and withered foliage of the trees, and everywhere sending back the clear rays of the morning sun in dazzling brightness. Across the brook, about a mile away from Linside farmhouse, lay the wood-lot to which their course was directed. Chesterfield was behind them ; but, as if by some secret fascina- tion, Philip's eyes, as he sat on the edge of the wagon-rack, clung to the climbing streets and happy homes of the town on the hill that rose 72 LINSIDE FARM. from the farther side of Rock River. Under the beams of the morning sun, and the dazzling glitter of the newly-fallen snow resting on the roofs, and clinging to every projecting window- cap and moulding, decorating with fairy-like tracery every steeple and cupola, the city might have stood, to his boyish fancy, as an emblem of the Celestial City to which Christian went up from the farther shores of Jordan. But it was not the beauty alone of the shin- ing prospect that caught the eye of the boy ; nor even his own home, standing there in full view, upon which his eye always rested first when turned in that direction. He had had that first glance homeward, with the heart- pang that always accompanied it ; and then he had feasted on the beauty of the scene : and after that, as long as they were within sight, his eye clung to the various school-edifices dotting the city here and there, with the High School overlooking the whole from the highest point LIFE IN THE WOODS. 73 of ground. To its inviting portals lie had many times looked up while his home was within a stone's throw of it, never doubting that he should pass through its various departments till fitted for college. But now, free to all as its privileges were, and belonging to him as a birthright, they seemed as far off and as unat- tainable as a castle in the clouds. As for Capt. Reeves, all this was behind his back. Even the pure snow, in which his horses' hoofs and the wheels of his wagon were mak- ing the first impression, was nothing to him. He was absorbed in the careful driving of his great handsome bays, his own especial pride and pleasure. Philip need not have been troubled about the care of the horses and stock coming upon him after Tom's departure. Ho would not have thought of any such thing if he had known the captain better. Capt. Reeves was no amateur farmer : not he ! By and by they turned into a woods-road, in 74 LINSIDE FARM. which they were obliged to keep 'dodging the branches that interlaced above them, and which every now and then showered down the feath- ery snow upon them. " Confound the snow ! " said the captain. It was the first word he had spoken since they started, and it was also the last until they reached a small clearing in the woods. The captain sprang to the ground, and directed Philip to take the implements of work, while he carefully tied and blanketed his horses. He then walked around the little clearing, looking here and there before deciding where to begin. At last he fixed upon a tree to be first felled, and ordered the tools to be laid at its foot. If Philip had been a little more familiar with Scripture, the action might have suggested to him the words of John the Baptist in the wil- derness : " And now also the axe is laid unto LIFE IN THE WOODS. 75 the root of the trees ; therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down and cast into the fire." But no sucli thought came to the boy's mind. He was simply absorbed in the preparation for work to him so novel. At length the captain spoke. " Here is your winter's work, Philip, here in this wood- lot." How loud the captain's voice sounded in the stillness of the lonely forest ' It seemed to Philip as if every tree repeated the sentence, " Here's your winter's work, Philip." He simply responded, " Yes, sir." " You cut on that side, while I cut on this ; and look out the tree don't fall on you." With the eye of a practised woodsman, he had carefully calculated the direction in which the tree was likely to fall ; and his remark had no further meaning than that he delighted to play upon what he was pleased to call the greenness of a raw hand at the business. 76 LINSIDE FARM. Soon the vigorous strokes of their axes resounded through the woods, and by and by the tree began to settle slowly over towards Capt. Reeves, as he knew it would ; and presently, with a tremendous crash, the splendid product of a century's growth fell prostrate. " What a pity ! " said Philip involuntarily, as he glanced along its shapely trunk and spread- ing limbs, lying a mass of ruins. " No dawdling !" exclaimed the captain con- temptuously ; and Philip was again left to his own reflections. Again the prostrate tree might have sug- gested to him, " If the tree falleth toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall be ; " with its accompanying lesson respecting the end of human probation, and the eternal fixedness of all beyond. But he did not think of it. At length, in a pause of their work, he could no longer refrain from asking the question, that, LIFE IN THE WOODS. 77 all the morning* had been revolving in his mind. " Capt. Reeves," said he, " am I going to school this winter ? " " To school, boy ! What put that into your head ? " " I thought why, I thought, sir, it was part of the agreement," stammered Philip. He could not have said a worse thing. The captain replied, " You mind your part of the agreement, and I'll mind mine ; and, look here, young man, you needn't trouble yourself to tell me about my part." The ringing axes were busy again, lopping off the branches, preparatory to coming at the straight body-wood. There was no further talking, except now and then a direction from, the master, or a question from the boy. Not- withstanding the disappointment he had met, Philip could not be greatly depressed in the midst of such vigorous exercise in the crisp, 78 LINSIDE FARM. bracing November air. His -spirits gradually rose ; and, but for the presence of the captain, he would have been whistling and shouting over his work. That presence always rested upon him like a heavy weight. By and by, the sun rose high in the heavens ; and the captain, carefully noting that its direction indicated the approach of noon, pre- pared for departure. " I've come out and worked with you this morning," he said, " to get you started : .low I expect you to go on yourself. Here' , your winter's work, as I told you, chopping and cording up wood ; and, mind you, the faster the piles grow, the better I shall like it." Philip knew that very well ; and he responded with the customary " Yes, sir." " Now I shall go home," continued the captain. " You can eat your dinner, ar, i then work on till night. And bring your a every night, mind." LIFE IN THE WOOJJS. 79 The captain took his axe on his shoulder, and went to the other side of the clearing, where he had left his horses. Philip felt relieved ; and, as soon as he was fairly out of sight, he sat down on his log to eat his dinner. The silence of the woods was unbroken, save now and then by the chirp of a late-lingering bird. There was too much novelty in his situation to be quite dreary, and his morning's work had given him a fine appetite. The activities of Nature seemed all sus- pended. The shrill cry of a blue-jay, or the noisy clamor of a flock of wild geese that flew over his head, just starting from their summer haunts in some watery nook to seek a sunnier clime, were the only sounds that broke the silence while he ate his solitary meal. After his nooning, he took up his axe and went cheerily to work again, glad to hear the sound of his own labor. As he recollected the captain's remark, " Here's your winter's work, 80 LINSIDE FARM. Philip," he wished it were a little less monoto- nous ; but he had no choice in the matter. As the sun lowered in the west, he shouldered his axe and plodded wearily homeward. His supper was awaiting him in the kitchen. That over, he passed through the dining-roorn to bring his book from up stairs, to study, as lie usually did at night. Jerome was there. He nearly always was. He lifted a wistful gaze to Philip's face as he passed through, but said nothing. Philip looked at him half enviously, and passed on. It soon became an old story with Philip to take up his implements and his dinner-pail, and set off on his morning walk to the woods. But the solitude of the employment made it exceed- ingly irksome. He could hear around him the strokes of other men and boys, similarly em- ployed, but not one in sight. He could, in a measure, keep trace of their work by the occa- sional crash of a falling tree, or the burning of LIFE IN THE WOODS. 81 their heaps of brush ; but not an articulate sound ever met his ear, though sometimes a faint shout came borne on the still air, as, all day long, and every day, he worked at his allotted task. The captain occasionally looked in upon the clearing, to see how matters progressed. One day, about midwinter, he spent some hours at work with Philip. As he was leaving at noon, he said, " It seems to me, Philip, your pile grows very slowly. I thought may be you didn't know how to work ; and so I have been working with you to show you how, and to see how you manage : and I don't see but you get along well enough when I am by." Philip looked up astonished ; for his father's maxim had been always before him, and he had specially prided himself upon his faithfulness and diligence. But the captain looked dissatisfied, and Philip began to wonder within himself whether he should ever be able to satisfy him. 6 82 LINSIDE FARM. After that day, the captain was more fre- quently on the ground. His visits were galling to Philip, for they made him feel that he was under suspicion of being unfaithful in his labor. One day, Philip noticed Capt. Reeves care- fully taking the measure of the pile of wood as it lay, and noting the results in his memo- randum book. The next day he did the same, and the next the same. After the third measurement, he suddenly called out, " Philip ! come here, young man." Philip came to where he stood, and saw at once that he was terribly angry ; but he met his flashing eye with a calm, steady gaze. " I've been measuring your work," said the captain, " and you haven't done half a day's work in three days." " Capt. Reeves, I have," said Philip calmly. " You dare to contradict me ? " said the cap- ttm. " I know, sir, that I have worked faithfully LIFE IN THE WOODS. 83 My father long ago taught me to do faithfully whatever I have to. do, whether I am watched or not." " There's the proof of your faithfulness. There's very little more wood here than there was three days ago." " I don't know, sir, but I have had a suspi- cion that some one has been stealing." " A very cunning supposition, very. But I suspect another reason. I've seen your book in your pocket every morning. Have you got it here now ? " " Yes, sir." " Bring it here." Philip obeyed. Capt. Reeves took the book in his hand, and tore out leaf after leaf, half a dozen or a dozen at a time, and, delib- erately tearing them into bits, scattered them to the winds, and then hurled the empty covers with -his full strength into the woods. The coolness with which it was done gave Philip 84 LINSIDE FARM. time to recover his self-command ; and, with firm-set lips, he looked on without a word till the work of destruction was completed. " There, young man," said the captain : " I'll teach you to go to studying when I send you to work." " Capt. Reeves," said Philip, much more calmly than the captain had spoken, " you have reason to suspect me of dishonesty ; but I give you my word of honor that neither that book nor any other has ever kept me from faithfully doing your work." " Your word of honor ! " sneered the captain. " I'd like to see the proof of your faithful- ness. I want something besides empty boast- ing." " If you will watch the logs I am working on, you will see, sir. I have no objection to being watched, if it is only done thoroughly." " I will, I will. I shall take you at your word. I will watch you hereafter ; " and, care- LIFE IN THE WOODS. 85 fully noting the unfinished work that lay scattered on the ground, the captain left. Philip took up his axe, and worked with desperation for an hour or two. He dared not stop to think of the loss of his precious Latin grammar, that for weeks had been his com- panion in those hours of otherwise wearisome solitude. He had studied it while taking his O nooning ; he had placed it open before him, and glanced over its declensions and conjugations and rules, and then repeated them audibly to himself while faithfully pursuing his work, measuring their rhythmic cadences with the steady strokes of his axe or beetle. At length he did think. Conscious of his integrity, he was under no fear of detection ; yet he knew appearances were against him. A suspicion had often crossed his mind that his wood was purloined ; but he had not yet made himself so sure of it as to say or do any thing with reference to the matter. But the thought 86 L1NSIDE FARM. that he was under suspicion of unfaithfulness stung him terribly. He thought and worked, and worked and thought, till at one moment he was ready to fling his axe after the covers of his Latin grammar, and go, he cared not whither. At length the fire of his anger burned itself out, and his pride of integrity re-asserted itself in full power. " He shall know that I am honest," he exclaimed. " I shall not long be under this suspicion." From that day forward, Philip knew that he was constantly and keenly watched. At the most unexpected times, and from the most unlikely directions, the captain would appear in the wood-lot, silently take his notes, or give some order, and leave again. The result of it all was a clear conviction in the mind of the captain that his boy was faithful, notwith- standing the fact that the petty purloining that had at first brought suspicion upon Philip was LIFE IN THE WOODS. 87 carried on constantly. But of this conviction Philip never had the benefit. He felt always the cold eye of suspicion resting upon him, and the result was an increasingly defiant trust in his conscious uprightness. Yet, after all, the foundation of this upright- ness was simply the maxim that his father had for so many years carefully instilled into his mind, that " Honesty is the best policy." It was not a fixed principle to do right for the sake of right, but to do right because it was best for himself. " My father's integrity carried him through," he often thought, " and made him a prosperous man, and it must and shall do the same for me. Only five years from next spring, I shall be free. I can stand it." By and by there was a change. The captain became weary of a watch that never afforded the smallest advantage to his savage delight in fault-finding. Yet he had so fully made up his mind that Philip must be watched, 88 LINSIDE FARM. that he could not at once relinquish his vigilance. So, without Philip's knowledge, the task was deputed to Jerome. Great was Philip's astonishment, one mild sunshiny morning, to see Jerome come limping into the narrow enclosure that for the winter constituted Philip's world. At first he was not only astonished, but absolutely alarmed ; and, dropping his axe, he sprang forward to meet him, feeling sure that the crippled boy, whom he had never before seen outside the comfort- able dining-room, must be in need of some assistance. " Did you walk all the way out here ? " he asked. " Why, yes, of course. Why not ? " " I thought you were not able. Why, it's a full mile." " I'm able enough. I walk every day a mile or two miles. It is all I am good for." Jerome's face settled to its usual expression LIFE IN THE WOODS. 89 of indolent apathy, as he had by that time readied the place where Philip was at work, and seated himself on the log, while Philip resumed his chopping. Jerome looked moodily on. At length he said, " I would give my whole interest in the farm if I could swing an axe like that." Philip stopped in amazement. " I would," Jerome repeated. " If I could step like you, and work like you, I'd give my whole interest in the farm." " Why, there are lots of things you can do, Jerome, if you can't do that." " I know it," replied Jerome. " But he won't let me." "Who?" " My father. He won't let me. He was determined to make a working farmer of me ; and, because I'm not fit for that, he throws ma aside, and calls me good for nothing." " But you can't help being lame." 90 LINSIDE FARM. " I could have helped it. And that is what makes him mad. He can't get over it, that in a foolish childish quarrel, I disabled myself for life.' I am sure I am punished enough for it," he added bitterly. " Yes, I think so. And yet I've often thought if I had your chance to study, I would almost be willing to be lame, like you." " Yes, I can study a little. But it's dull studying alone. Father never gives me the least encouragement, and he won't let me go to college." " So we have been envying one another, have we ? " " It seems so." Jerome relapsed into a moody silence, while Philip continued his vigorous work. Stroke after, stroke kept his blood bounding and tingling to his finger-ends ; while Jerome grew pinched and blue in the chill air, passing away the time breaking off, bit by bit, a dry twig he held in his hand. UFE IN THE WOODS. 91 By and by he resumed the conversation. " I tell you, Philip, I'm troubled. I don't know what is to become of me. I am eighteen years old now, and haven't a shadow of an idea what I am going to do when I am a man. I don't see that I am likely to be fit for any thing." " Are you eighteen ? " asked Philip in surprise. " I didn't think you were any older than I ; and I am not sixteen yet." " I'm not any older, not as old in some respects. I'm not fit to-day to take care of myself, while you can go on independently." " I know what I would do if I were you," replied Philip hastily. " I'd study." And the ring of his axe showed with what vigor and energy he could apply himself to his favorite pursuit if permitted. " Well, what then ? " " What then ? Why, I don't know what then. But you would be just so much better prepared for any thing that might turn up." 92 LINSIDE FARM. " Nothing ever turns up for me." A man of experience, any man of forty, would certainly have exclaimed with astonish- ment, " Discouraged at eighteen ! " But, really, to Jerome and Philip, life stretching before them offered but few attractions, though for reasons widely different in the case of the two boys. Yet they were a help to one another. Philip's vigorous " I'd study " sank into the listless brain of the lame boy with a weight that might tell some time, if not at once ; while Jerome's envy of Philip's strength and ability to labor and help himself made him appreciate more keenly the value of that strength. Philip watched Jerome, as, after a while, he took up his crutch and laboriously walked homeward ; and felt afterwards a glow of energy in the exer- cise of his vigorous strength, that amounted to positive enjoyment. PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 93 CHAPTER VI. PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 'FTER that day, Jerome became a frequent visitor in the wood-lot. Philip now and then suspected that he was sent for the purpose of watching him, as Capt. Reeves had ceased to perform that task himself. The thought of be- ing suspected of not performing his duty faith- fully rankled in his mind like being charged with theft. Still, Jerome's presence gave him the sympathy of boy with boy, and brightened the solitude of his weary winter's labor. It had be- come evident that Philip's wood-piles were sub- ject to constant thefts ; but the annoyance which Capt. Reeves felt at being thus deprived of his own was visited upon Philip's head. 94 LINS1DE FARM. Several times, while Philip had been busily plying his axe, he had noticed a stranger, a young man, walking leisurely, near the close of day, among the trees and brush that sur- rounded the wood-lot ; sometimes closely scan- ning a tree or bush, sometimes picking up a stone and examining it with care, but never coming near enough to make any approach to an acquaintance. He was young, yet there was an air of dignity and manliness about him that made Philip regard him with a shy respect. As spring approached, his visits to the woods increased in frequency, and his researches were pursued with greater activity and keener zest. Sometimes he could be seen brushing aside with his foot the heaps of decayed leaves from the foot of a tree, or from the sunny side of an old log, and stooping to gather up something from the ground. Again he would climb a tree to break off some of its twigs, which he PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 95 tucked away in his pockets with great care. Philip was puzzled by his movements, and was sometimes half inclined to believe him crazy. Still, he looked day by day for his appearance, and hoped some opportunity for making his acquaintance would yet arise. He seldom came till near night, usually after Jerome had left to go home. Jerome no longer seemed like an overseer or task-master. Indeed, he had acted in that capa- city only in a few of his first visits to the woods. From that time he had flung away from him all share in his father's suspicions as to Philip's unfaithfulness, and had taken his daily walk as a mere matter of personal gratification. He enjoyed being with Philip better than sit- ting all day in his mother's dining-room, or taking a share in Miss Sophy's occupation of the parlor, where she kept up an incessant drumming on an ancient piano that had be- longed to her mother in the days of her maiden- hood. 96 LINSIDE FARM. But Jerome's listless mind and manner brought no stimulus to Philip's mental activity. Occasionally a twinge of pain would pass through the boy's mind as he remembered his former zeal and fire in the pursuit of study. But, though he now and then feebly endeavored to recall a conjugation, or to repeat a rule of syntax, yet it seemed to him, that, in that act of Capt. Reeves which deprived him of his Latin grammar, a fatal barrier was reared be- tween himself and all further progress in that department of knowledge. Some other books yet remained to him ; but, after his daily task was accomplished in the open air, energy failed him on returning to the house : and, with no one to sympathize in his tastes, or urge him on, he had fallen into a hopeless lethargy. One day the stranger of the woods suddenly appeared quite near him, and approached, evidently with the intention of opening a con- versation. Philip was glad that Jerome was PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 97 already gone, for he somehow clung with a strange jealousy to the hope of making a new acquaintance, in his enjoyment of which no one should interfere. As the young man drew near, Philip had abundant opportunity to observe his fine coun- tenance and beaming eye ; and he began to find himself drawn to the stranger by a stronger as well as a more noble tie than mere curiosity. At length, the stranger accosted him with a familiar " Good-evening, Philip." " Good-evening, sir," replied Philip : " but I can't imagine how you know my name," he added, encouraged by the pleasant smile of his new companion. " You would like to know mine in return, would you ? Mine is White, Arthur White." " Arthur White ! " repeated Philip. " I don't remember that I was ever acquainted with any one of that name." 7 98 LINSIDE FARM. " Probably not. At least not with me. I learned your name from a gentleman in town last night. I walked over to town after my school was out last night (I teach school about a quarter of a mile from here) ; and there I met Mr. Parker, superintendent of the High School. He told me about you, and wanted me to hunt you up, and see how you were get- ting along." Philip's axe slipped through his hand, and rested on the ground. A tide of memories rushed over him, that six months before had trooped daily through his brain. How far removed he seemed from his former self! and yet it was so little a time since Chesterfield, his home, his school, his teacher, his steady prog- ress in his beloved studies, were things of every-day life. Now they seemed shadowy in the distance. True, it was not yet a year since he had left all these surroundings ; but so great had been PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 99 the change, so complete the separation, and so stupefying the influences around him, that, as these memories were now so freshly awakened, he scarcely recognized himself. " Mr. Parker remembers me, then, does he ? " asked Philip at length. " Oh, yes, perfectly ! and feels much inter- ested in you. I told him I would come and see you once in a while." " Oh, thank you ! I am so glad you came ! But you mean you will come and see me here. You won't come down there, will you ? " Why not ? " " I don't think they would like it if I should have a visitor." " Ah ! well, we'll see. I would rather come here, for I love the woods. Mr. Parker told me I must help you all I can." " I don't see how you can help me. ' I have nothing to do but swing this axe and pile cord- wood from morning till night. I don't see how you can help me about that." 100 LINSIDE FARM. " Nothing to do but that, dear boy ? How have you fallen into such a mistake ? That is the smallest part of what you have to do." Philip looked up surprised, as he tossed a heavy stick on the top of his pile. He had dropped his axe, and busied himself with piling up, so that he might work and talk at once. " The captain don't think so, Mr. White." " God thinks so," replied Mr. White ear- nestly ; " and he is your master, above Capt. Reeves. The use of your time and the labor of your hands certainly belong to Capt. Reeves ; but, along with all this, you have a higher work to be carrying on, living unto the Lord all the while, using your mind and strengthening your soul in his work. Listen to what he says ; " and, drawing a Testament out of his pocket, he read, " Therefore I say unto you, take no thought for your -life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 101 and the body than raiment ? But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. Take, therefore, no thought for the morrow ; for the morrow shall *take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." " Mother used to tell me about such things, but now I never hear of any thing but work." " But you have your mother's words to think about, you have your Sabbaths, and you have your Bible ; and, Philip, you are respon- sible for yourself. The very woods here ought to teach you many lessons. You are here alone hours together every day, day after day ; and God is here with you. He can make the woods glorious to you, and pleasant, with his presence. I love to find God in every thing." " I used to think of something besides work," said Philip, turning the conversation from the searching religious tone it was assuming. " I 102 LINSIDE FARM. used to find employment for my mind ; but now it is only muscle." " That's just as you choose to take it," replied Mr. White. " Did you never read of Hugh Miller? He made it something more than a work of muscle to quarry stone. Look at tins fragment," said he, picking up a bit of limestone with which the woods abounded, and which happened to -contain a beautiful imbedded shell. " Just such books as this he used to study. Here is a page of history handed down from countless ages. That bit of stone is a marvel. If you could read its lesson fully, if you could unravel its past history, you would be wiser as to that particular point than any man living. At least, it should serve to awaken thought, and show that all Nature, in every department and every phase, is full of meaning. So it was to Hugh Miller." " But he was a man." "So will you be soon. You know the PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 103 saying, ' The boy is father to the man.' You will be whatever you make of yourself. If you come down to mere muscle at sixteen, you will probably be mere muscle at forty. But I am not getting along with my work. I came around in part to see this fresh stump you have been cutting from, to find out how old this tree was." And, taking a penknife from his pocket, he carefully counted the rings of annual growth laid bare by the strokes of Philip's axe. " Eighty years old," said he as he finished. " I counted one over yonder that was nearly two hundred. And see here how the growth varies in different years ! Here must have been a very dry, poor season, or else the tree met with some misfortune that year, and had to spend its energy in repairing damages. But one thing we may be sure of: every single year it has done its best." " I see now what you have been doing. I 104 . LINSIDE FARM. have often wondered, when I have seen you so busy among the trees and the weeds. I see, now, you have been studying." " Yes : winter is the time to learn some tilings about plants. Then we can see the uses of the gums and resins and scales and woolly coverings, and many other things tha* are laid aside in summer. So, Philip, you have been to school all winter. Did you know it ? " " No ; but I see it now, just as the chance is going by. That is always the way for me. Whenever I begin to think I have a chance to do something, it always slips away from me." Then followed the story of the loss of his Latin grammar. " Philip," said Mr. White gravely, " it is a weak and unmanly thing to be always mourn- ing over .lost opportunities. Don't fall into that. Take hold of life in good earnest ; and if you have laid in one thin poor ring of growth this last year," said he, pointing to the stump PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 105 as he spoke, " don't give up. Don't wait for opportunities, but make them. Do your best each day. May be I can help you some. I am coming to see you often." And, with a hearty shake of the hand, lie bade Philip good-night, and left him. "I have worked here so much, and seen so little ! " was Philip's mental exclamation as Mr. White passed out of view. " Just chopping, chopping, and never looking nor thinking at all." His step was more elastic than usual as he went home that night. Not that he was less weary than usual ; but the pleasant mental activity that had been awakened within him served as a gentle stimulus that stirred his whole being with an unaccustomed glow. Mr. White, true to his word, paid him fre- quent visits after that, and pointed out to him many interesting facts in the vegetable growth by which he was surrounded, directing his atten- tion to the more delicate effects produced by the 106 LINSIDE FARM. approach of spring. His interest grew more and more keen, and he was beginning to watch intently the swelling buds, and note the grad- ual awakening of Nature. He had learned to love his woods-life. One evening, as he left his work, he gathered a handful of spring violets, the first of the season, called out of their lurk- ing places by an unusually bright sunshiny time. He took them home for Pauly. The child met him, as she often did, and clapped her hands for joy over her treasures. " Now, Philip, you will bring me some every day, won't you ? " " No more, Pauly. You will have to find your own posies," said her father abruptly. " Philip, you needn't go to the woods any more. I shall have other work for you here- after." " Yes, sir," said Philip. He entered the house mechanically, and dropped in a chair in the kitchen. " It's always PHILIP'S EYES OPENED. 107 the vay for me," he found himself saying. " Jr it when I think I have found a chance to imp. ove a little, it is snatched away from me." B it a moment more, and Mr. White's words earn*; to his mind. " It is a weak and unmanly thing to mourn over lost opportunities. Go on, and do your best each day." A resolute " I'll try " brought a glow to his cheek and a sparkle to his eye. No one was looking at him to notice it : no one to give him a word of encouragement. But God's eye was on the lonely boy, and God's hand was leading him by a way that he knew not. 108 LINSIDE FARM. CHAPTER VII. MARKET-GARDENING. O little interest did Philip feel in his work, as mere work, that he had scarcely given a second thought to Capt. Reeves's announcement that other work would be awaiting him on the mor- row. He thought only that he was going to the woods no more, not even to follow with his observations the unfolding of a clump of ferns that he had been watching since the first peep above ground of their woolly heads. He had, of course, only been giving them occasional momentary glances. He had become so fully impressed with the necessity of improving every moment by the constant watching to which he had been subjected, that he was in MARKET- GARDENING. 109 little danger of idling. Besides, Jerome was often there, sunning himself on a log, and list- lessly wishing for vigor and strength to do something. Philip had tried to turn Jerome's leisure to good account, both for himself and for Jerome ; but could not succeed in arousing him from his accustomed apathy. The difficulty was, after all, not so much in want of strength, as want of energy. In the morning, Philip found his work, for a time, was to be about the kitchen-garden, first preparing hot-beds in which seeds were to be sown for early vegetables, then preparing and planting in the open air the fuller supply of common garden products. One thing brightened his daily employment, and that was Pauly's presence. Up and down the garden- walks she flitted, hither and thither, as spring advanced, among the beds in which beets and onions and lettuce were beginning to show their rows of tender green, now and then coming 110 LINSIDE FARM. near Philip, and whiling away his liours with her childish talk, and then dancing away in her freedom, while Philip continued his allotted task. He had no objection to being tasked, but he longed for opportunities for combining mental improvement with his physical toil. He fan- cied he had just been learning how to do so, directed by the occasional suggestions of Mr. White ; but again his way seemed hedged up. Now and then he felt inclined to bemoan him- self; but a sudden recollection of Mr. White's " Don't whine, Philip," added to his father's " Live honorably, my son," roused him, and helped to keep alive his failing sense of manli- ness. Yet he often felt, and not without rea- son, that Capt. Reeves kept a jealous watch over him, and purposely thwarted him in every effort to enrich his mind. The captain's ideal of life was restricted to performing the greatest amount of manual toil, living on the least out- MARKET- GARDENING. Ill lay of expense, and laying up money. To the first two of these duties of life he had it in his power to hold Philip closely : the third was his own prerogative. As for Philip, he had scarcely seen a dime since he came under Capt. Reeves's supervision. So Philip cultivated his radishes and lettuce, and, under the direction of his master, urged them on to an early growth. " To-morrow they must go to market," said the captain, after overlooking the condition of his garden one evening. " To-morrow morn- ing, Philip, you must be up bright and early, by three o'clock : do you understand, Philip ? And I'll 'be out here to show you for the first time how to put up your marketing, and you can go to town with it. You haven't been in since you came out here last fall, have you ? Now you can go every day." Philip looked up in amazement, and without his accustomed " Yes, sir." But Capt. Reeves 112 LINSIDE FARM. noticed neither the look of dismay nor the omission of the reply. He had given his order and walked away, troubling himself no further. Philip's past life his town-life, his home-life all rushed upon his awakened recollection. He turned involuntarily towards Chesterfield, and gazed, as if in a dream, on the ever-present panorama' of the distant town. He thought he had grown callous to the impression. He had, at times, been able to scan every well-remem- bered spot with indifference ; but now how changed ! He had sometimes gone with his father to the market as a matter of amusement. He had seen the long lines of wagons backed in against the curb-stones, with their various con- tents, vegetables, chickens, butter, eggs, and had looked with childish curiosity at the sunburnt and toil-worn faces, some of them prematurely old with excess of toil and labor. He had pitied them, knowing that some of them MARKET- GARDENING. 113 had come from a distance, taking their stand the night before, and sleeping either in their wagons or on the pavement, that they might be on hand early with their various wares. But it had never occurred to him that he would one day take his place among them, and clamor for the patronage of the town-people. His friends, his father's friends, his old associates, school- mates perhaps, would meet him there. For once he felt that he could not, absolutely could not, obey his master's orders. To complain, to try to beg off, and to give such reasons as he must give, if called upon, would only exasper- ate Capt. Reeves. Philip felt, as he had never felt before, what it was to be a bound boy. He had yet to learn that true nobility of character depends not at all upon what a person does, provided it be an honest and lawful calling, but upon how it is done, and with what spirit. The next morning, Philip was up at three. 8 114 L INSIDE FARM. Scarcely had he risen, when he heard the cap- tain astir below. Philip sprang down the nar- row back stairs, with the air of one forcing himself to an unwilling task. The captain was soon by his side in the garden, pulling and carefully packing in boxes the few products of the garden then ready for use. " This lettuce can't be beat," said the cap- tain, as he arranged the crisp leaves. " If you don't sell every bit of it, and get the very best price, it will be your own fault. This garden- patch ought to net me a good round sum ; and it will if it is properly managed. Do you understand that, Philip ? If it is properly managed, I say." " Yes, sir," replied Philip mechanically. By four o'clock, Philip was mounted on his little cart, drawn by the oldest and poorest horse the farm afforded. The morning was bright and cheery, yet it brought no exhilara- tion to Philip. So completely were all his MARKET- GARDENING. 115 previous notions of life overturned by the unex- pected task laid upon him, that even the golden morning clouds, and the sweet air, and the glittering dew were scarcely noticed. So long as his work had been confined within the limits of Linside Farm, he had nad no such feelings about it. It was pride that was touched now. Years afterwards, he could look back and laugh at his folly, and even rejoice in all the discipline through which he had been brought; but, on that morning, nothing was further from his mood of mind than laughter. As he approached the town, as its streets and squares and buildings grew more and more distinct, until at length he crossed Rock River, and mounted the steep bank that brought him at once into the busiest street, he drew down his cap over his face, that he might not be rec- ognized. Poor boy ! there was no need. Had the streets been crowded with his own compan- ions, they would scarcely have identified, on his 116 LINSIDE FARM. market-cart, and in his shabby apparel, Philip Landon, who used to be among the best clad and brightest of them. The streets, however, were still and deserted. Not a shutter was yet removed from the places of business, nor a straggler to be seen on the walks. Philip's friends and companions and playmates were taking their morning naps, and not dreaming that he was passing, perhaps, by their very doors. Philip was glad of it, and drove on, as hastily as his poor old horse could be persuaded to go, to the market-square. When Philip reached the square with his cart, he found many already in advance of him. He had scarcely taken his position, backing his little cart against the curbing, when customers began to arrive, caterers for hotels and res- taurants and boarding-houses, men of business and of trade, seeking supplies for their families, busy house-keepers, all bearing the stamp of their business about them. Philip felt strangely MARKET -GARDENING. 117 awkward in his unaccustomed employment. He looked eagerly among the purchasers, who soon increased to a throng, scarcely knowing whether he hoped or dreaded to see among them a familiar face. Many came and went, whose faces he well knew as citizens, but none with whom he could have claimed any further acquaintance. As Capt. Reeves had said, Philip's vegetables " could not be beat ; " and, as it was very early in the season, his boxes were soon empty, and he was able to turn towards home, with the feeling that he had narrowly escaped disgrace. It was an ignoble pride ; but, perhaps, no one, under the circumstances, would have been wholly free from it. When Philip reached home, he found the family just seated at breakfast. As he passed through the dining-room to his humble seat at the kitchen-table, Capt. Reeves called out to him for the money he had brought back. Philip stood beside him, cap in hand, while he 118 LINSIDE FARM. carefully counted over the dimes and half-dimes, and pronounced the returns correct. He knew perfectly what he ought to expect ; he knew the number of bunches of radishes and heads of lettuce, and how much, at that stage of the market, each might be expected to bring. It was the first time, since Philip came to Linside Farm, that he had had the handling of any money. As he handed it over to the cap- tain, the thought flashed over him, "When am I going to earn any thing for myself? Not till I am twenty-one ? Not for five years yet ? " With all the confidence and buoyancy of youth, he felt sure that nothing would be wanting to him, if he were only free to go where he pleased and do what he pleased for his own support. But to remain yet for five years, with no independent earnings of his own, even though his food and raiment were secured to him, seemed intolerable. As, day after day and week after week, ha MARKET- GARDENING. 119 brought back from his marketing the proceeds of his labor, this feeling grew upon him. With no deeply-instilled trust in the care of God over him, indeed, with no reminder, from day to day, even of the existence of God, this was not strange. As the season advanced, Philip found less ready sale for his wares. Sometimes the market was overstocked, and prices fell below the limit fixed by his master for him. His stay became more protracted and wearisome, and sometimes he was nearly ready to faint with hunger. At length, one sultry morning, he found it impossible to dispose of his stock. He waited till the market was deserted both by hucksters and purchasers. The freshness was gone from his vegetables ; and, finding longer delay useless, he started homeward, with his baskets and boxes still half full. " What does this mean ? " exclaimed the captain angrily, as Philip gave in the returns of his morning's work. 120 LINSIDE FARM. " I couldn't sell all," replied Philip. " The market was full." " Well, what if it was ? " " Why, I couldn't sell." " And you didn't know what to do in such a case ? " "No, sir; except to come away." " You'll know next time. Just drive round from house to house, and keep on till you do sell." " Capt. Reeves ! I can't." "You can't?" exclaimed the captain. " Try it, and see if you can't ! No ' can'ts ' to me, young man. Just try it, and see if you can't. Remember, now. And don't wait till every thing is spoiled, either. Be sharp ! Whenever you find an overstocked market, just start out. Don't tell me you can't. I expected your confounded pride would be the plague of my life, when you brought your city airs out here with you. Let me see no more of it. MARKET- GARDENING. 121 And when you take things to town to sell, sell them." " Why, Philip," said Miss Sophy, it will give you a chance to ride around, and see all your old friends." " Be still, Sophy," said her mother, who always had a warm side towards Philip. " You wouldn't like it, neither." " I, mother, I ! " exclaimed Miss Sophy in amazement. " Yes, you. You don't know what you'll come to yet." The young lady tossed her head scornfully, and left the room. Philip also passed out in the opposite direction, and the little scene was over. During the remainder of the day, as Philip attended to his customary tasks in the garden, he felt half inclined to turn, in sheer revenge, upon his culinary vegetables the impotent wrath that smouldered against Capt. Reeves. He wished for frost, for drought, for caterpillars, 122 LINSIDE FARM. for any thing and every thing that might destroy the products of his garden, and put a stop to his daily visits to Chesterfield. He loathed the thought of the town he had formerly so loved. It could not be denied that a dash of malignity towards the captain also ohtruded among his thoughts. That money should come to him, at so great an expense to Philip, was too much to be endured. Even Pauly found him silent and moody. Yet for Philip there was no escape. It was but a few days until the necessity occurred that drove him forth into the streets, to pass from house to house, asking, " Want to buy any lettuce, radishes, beans, onions ? " Time after time he went his weary round, always avoiding the streets with which he was most familiar. During this period of Philip's trafficking in town, old friends and comrades had often passed him ; but, in his changed situation and garb, with a little caution on his part, he had as yet MARKET- GARDENING. 123 been unrecognized. Had the foolish boy known how many kind recognitions, how many warm greetings and proofs of affectionate remembrance, he had missed, both from school- fellows of his own, and from friends of his parents, possibly he might have sought, rather than avoided, being known. But his faith in human nature, as to its kindly elements, had been shaken since he had been thrown upon his own resources ; and while he imagined he was endeavoring, to the best of his ability, to obey his father's injunction to " live honorably," he was turning to bitterness all those generous feelings that had gained for his father many friends, and had served as stepping-stones to secure that honorable position in life, and that competence which had made Philip's early home so cheerful and bright. In his wanderings one day, near the close of June, almost in despair of being able to dispose of a large quantity of strawberries he had brought 124 LINSIDE FARM. in, a lady's voice suddenly called to him, inquir- ing for strawberries. Philip turned, and found the person address- ing him was one of his mother's nearest and dearest friends. She had moved to a new home, where Philip could not have expected to see her. There was no escape. Though she had not yet recognized him, he felt sure it must come. Taking some boxes of his finest fruit, he dis- mounted from his seat, and carried them to her door. She made her purchase ; and he was about to return unrecognized, when the lady, looking full into his face for the first time, exclaimed, " Philip Landon, is it you ? " " I believe it is," he faltered. " Is it possible ? Can it be Philip ? Come in, my dear boy ; come in." Such a word of kindness had not fallen upon Philip's ear for many long days. For a moment he was nearly overcome ; but so com- MARKET- GARDENING. 125 pletely had the bondage which had been eating into his soul gained power over him, that, after a momentary struggle, he replied, " I can't, Mrs. Hamilton. I have my berries to sell, and must get home as soon as possible." " You must come in," she replied. " I will take all the berries you have. You must, for your mother's sake, come in for a few moments, at least." Philip hesitated. It seemed impossible for him to go into Mrs. Hamilton's beautiful home, just such a home as his own used to be, in his sordid garments, and with the stain of his traffic deeply dyed in his hands. But Mrs. Hamilton insisted ; and, going to fasten his horse, and bring the remainder of his fruit from his forlorn little cart, he entered. His business accomplished, Mrs. Hamilton then drew from him the history of his past year. The removal of the pressure of his petty traffic from his mind, and the strange and 126 LINSIDE FARM. novel sensations that crowded upon him, pro- duced a giddy and faint feeling that showed itself in his chano-ing color. Mrs. Hamilton o o laid her hand on his shoulder, and asked him, " Are you sick, Philip ? " " I am not sick," he replied, gasping. " I shall go home and get my breakfast soon, and then I shall be all right again. I always get tired and faint before I get home," he added with a ghastly smile. " You left home early, did you ? " she asked : " and without breakfast ? " " Four o'clock. There's nobody up to get me any breakfast then." " And now it is near nine," she answered, glancing at her watch. " Ann," she called, opening a door, " bring in a tray with some hot coffee and biscuits, and -a nice slice of steak, as soon as you can get it ready. It's a shame, a shame ! " she added, returning from the kitchen- door, with a glass of water for Philip. " What does Capt. Reeves think ? " MARKET-GARDENING. 127 " I suppose he don't think any thing about it. He says if I am sharp for business I can get home by breakfast-time. But I suppose I'm not sharp, for I hardly ever do. But I ought not to stay, Mrs. Hamilton. The captain says I must always come right home when I get through, and make out a day's work." " You ought to stay, and you are going to," she answered with a kind smile.