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to me before the class. At first I could not 

 think who he was. He laughed and said: 



"Don't you remember me? Many a time 

 I have seen you walking over the hills to 

 school in the country." Then I knew him. 

 It was Fred Walker, the man whose father 

 gave him such a big farm next to ours, and 

 who always worked so hard. He told me 

 that he had been coming up here for five 

 years to the short course. He said he wished 

 his father had given him a chance to go 

 through the college. 



"It would have been nice," I said, "but he 

 left you a farm, didn't he?" 



"Yes, he left me a farm; but he worked 

 early and late and took me out of school to 

 help work to save mone} T to buy the farm. 

 I'd rather have had a chance to get an 

 education here than to have the farm. I 

 tell you, my boy is going to have a chance, 

 and so are all the other children down at our 

 country school, I hope." And he said it with 

 that hungry look that comes into men's eyes 

 when they see a chance that they have lost 

 forever. 



We are almost ready to start home and 

 are taking the state boys' corn- judging 

 trophy with us to our county. I took ex- 



