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would show them to him, and maybe he will then 

 do something about it. His farm is only about a 

 half mile beyond those woods. You follow the main 

 trail, starting at the bars, and when you come out at 

 the other side of the woods you will see a.white house 

 and an old log-barn. That is his place." 



Frank started, and soon arrived at Mr. Hoyt's 

 home. He told Mr. Hoyt his name, where he came 

 from, and what he came for. 



"Haw, haw, haw, haw," Mr. Hoyt laughed. The 

 laugh was so hearty and the face of the big fat man 

 so good-natured that before Frank knew it he was 

 laughing with him, as hard as he could. 



"Sure, you can examine my stubble," Mr. Hoyt 

 continued, "but if you can find the windfalls in them, 

 then you are a good one. You seem to have gotten 

 some of old man Whitney's notion's ; haw, haw, 

 haw." 



Frank and Sam went to the field and pulled the 

 first stubble they came to. Frank split it with his 

 pocket-knife, and there were two large, yellowish 

 worms in the root. ".Great Tecumseh ! " Mr. Hoyt 

 exclaimed, and stared at the worms a long time. 

 Frank kept on pulling and splitting stubble, and in 

 nearly every one he found one or two worms and 

 in some even three. He explained to Mr. Hoyt what 

 Mr. Whitney had told him about these worms 

 making candle-flies, and Sam answered with a loud 



