A Bad Harvest 



the railroads, and it is needless to point out how 

 this reacts on pricesT^ 



Still less is it any part of the present writer's 

 purpose to deal with the extraordinary paper 

 booming of real estate in the growing cities, and 

 I merely refer to them as being affected by 

 good or bad harvests. 



As we were completing our work on the shack 

 and stable, the weather improved considerably, 

 and the last day it was magnificent. There 

 was little or no wind, and the sun shone with 

 I great power, while the mosquitoes were still 

 strongly in evidence. 



" If this lasts," remarked Tom, " we are going 

 get something out of the harvest after all, I 



ould think." 



" Possibly ; but there's a proverb about too 

 arevious counting of chickens, and anyway, you 



ait and see," I returned. 



*' Oh ! get out with your proverbs and wait- 



g; I guess we ought to be hitting the trail," 



id my companion. 



" That is true, too, and we will be off first thing 



-morrow morning," I replied. 



As we closed our day's work, the sun sank a 

 ball of molten fire, while in the south-east the 

 nearly full moon shone a disc of silver from the 

 glorious purple vault, but there was a keen sting 



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