the pasture for the coming season.

The old posts he collected on the wagon and drew into the
dooryard, piling them beside the woodshed. There was not an
overabundant supply of firewood cut and Hiram realized that
Mrs. Atterson would use considerable in her kitchen stove before
the next winter, even if she did not run a sitting room fire for
long this spring.

Using a bucksaw is not only a thankless job at any time, but it
is no saving of time or money. There was a good two-handed saw
in the shed and Hiram found a good rat-tail file. With the aid
of a home-made saw-holder and a monkey wrench he sharpened and
set this saw and then got Henry Pollock to help him for a day.

Henry wasn't afraid of work, and the two boys sawed and split the
old and well-seasoned posts, and some other wood, so that Hiram
was enabled to pile several tiers of stove-wood under the shed
against the coming of Mrs. Atterson to her farm.

"If the season wasn't so far advanced, I could cut a lot of
wood, draw it up, and hire a gasoline engine and saw to come on
the place and saw us enough to last a year. I'll do that next
winter," Hiram said.

"That's what we all ought to do," agreed his friend.

Henry Pollock was an observing farmer's boy and through him Hiram
gained many pointers as to the way the farmers in that locality
put in their crops and cultivated them.