CHAPTER V 



Some time after I quit railroading, I was 

 working in a field, through which the railroad 

 track ran on father's farm just below Silver- 

 ton. I was plowing this piece for the first 

 time. Father came down and looked on while 

 I plowed a couple of rounds; he said to see 

 me plow put him in mind of an old sow that 

 they used to own in Ohio. I asked him why 

 I reminded him of a pig, especially at plow- 

 ing; he said the similarity was this, that a sow 

 could root up a field as well as I could plow it. 



Each day when the train came through, my 

 friend Palmer, the engineer, would throw me 

 the daily Oregonian, which he had finished 

 reading. 



After receiving this paper, the work would 

 be lighter during the balance of the day and it 

 eventually prolonged the plowing until spring 

 came, and about the only crop we had was old 

 papers. While reading through one of the 

 papers I noticed a paragraph saying that a car 



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