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ground, and drill in the wheat when he planted the other wheat fields.

This was Claudeā€™s first innovation, and it did not meet with approval. When Bayliss came out to spend Sunday with his mother, he asked her what Claude thought he was doing, anyhow. If he wanted to change the crop on that field, why didnā€™t he plant oats in the spring, and then get into wheat next fall? Cutting fodder and preparing the ground now, would only hold him back in his work. When Mr. Wheeler came home for a short visit, he jocosely referred to that quarter as ā€œClaudeā€™s wheat field.ā€

Claude went ahead with what he had undertaken to do, but all through September he was nervous and apprehensive about the weather. Heavy rains, if they came, would make him late with his wheat-planting, and then there would certainly be criticism. In reality, nobody cared much whether the planting was late or not, but Claude thought they did, and sometimes in the morning he awoke in a state of panic because he wasnā€™t getting ahead faster. He had Dan and one of August Yoederā€™s four sons to help him, and he worked early and late. The new field he ploughed and drilled himself. He put a great deal of young energy into it, and buried a great deal of discontent in its dark furrows. Day after day he flung himself upon the land and planted it with what was fermenting in him, glad to be so tired at night that he could not think.

Ralph came home for Leonard Dawsonā€™s wedding, on the first of October. All the Wheelers went to the wedding, even Mahailey, and there was a great gathering of the country folk and townsmen.

After Ralph left, Claude had the place to himself again, and the work went on as usual. The stock did well, and there were no vexatious interruptions. The fine weather held, and every morning when Claude got up, another gold day stretched before him like a glittering carpet, leadingā ā€Šā ā€¦ā€Š? When the question where the days were leading struck him on the edge of his bed, he hurried to dress and get downstairs in time to fetch wood and coal for Mahailey. They often reached the kitchen at the same moment, and she would shake her finger at him and say, ā€œYou come down to help me, you nice boy, you!ā€ At least he was of some use to Mahailey. His father could hire one of the Yoeder boys to look after the place, but Mahailey wouldnā€™t let anyone else save her old back.

Mrs. Wheeler, as well as Mahailey, enjoyed that fall. She slept late in the morning, and read and rested in the afternoon. She made herself some new house-dresses out of a grey material Claude chose. ā€œItā€™s almost like being a bride, keeping house for just you, Claude,ā€ she sometimes said.

Soon Claude had the satisfaction of seeing a blush of green come up over his brown wheat fields, visible first in the dimples and little hollows, then flickering over the knobs and levels like a fugitive smile. He watched the green blades coming every day, when he and Dan went afield with their wagons to gather corn. Claude sent Dan to shuck on the north quarter, and he worked on the south. He always brought in one more load a day than Dan didā ā€”that was to be expected. Dan explained this very reasonably, Claude thought, one afternoon when they were hooking up their teams.

ā€œItā€™s all right for you to jump at that corn like you was a-beating carpets, Claude; itā€™s your corn, or anyways itā€™s your Pawā€™s. Them fields will always lay betwixt you and trouble. But a hired manā€™s got no property but his back, and he has to save it. I figure that Iā€™ve only got about so many jumps left in me, and I ainā€™t a-going to jump too hard at no manā€™s corn.ā€

ā€œWhatā€™s the matter? I havenā€™t been hinting that you ought to jump any harder, have I?ā€

ā€œNo, you ainā€™t, but I just want you to know that thereā€™s reason in all things.ā€ With this Dan got into his wagon and drove off. He had probably been meditating upon this declaration for some time.

That afternoon Claude suddenly stopped flinging white ears into the wagon beside him. It was about five oā€™clock, the yellowest hour of the autumn day. He stood lost in a forest of light, dry, rustling corn leaves, quite hidden away from the world. Taking off his husking-gloves, he wiped the sweat from his face, climbed up to the wagon box, and lay down on the ivory-coloured corn. The horses cautiously advanced a step or two, and munched with great content at ears they tore from the stalks with their teeth.

Claude lay still, his arms under his head, looking up at the hard, polished blue sky, watching the flocks of crows go over from the fields where they fed on shattered grain, to their nests in the trees along Lovely Creek. He was thinking about what Dan had said while they were hitching up. There was a great deal of truth in it, certainly. Yet, as for him, he often felt that he would rather go out into the world and earn his bread among strangers than sweat under this half-responsibility for acres and crops that were not his own. He knew that his father was sometimes called a ā€œland hogā€ by the country people, and he himself had begun to feel that it was not right they should have so much landā ā€”to farm, or to rent, or to leave idle, as they chose. It was strange that in all the centuries the world had been going, the question of property had not been better adjusted. The people who had it were slaves to it, and the people who didnā€™t have it were slaves to them.

He sprang down into the gold light to finish his load. Warm silence nestled over the cornfield. Sometimes a light breeze rose for

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