CHAPTER IX 
HOUSE-CLEANING 
Arter dinner I telephoned the veterinary sur- 
geon that I wanted another team. He replied that 
he thought he knew of one that would suit, and 
that he would let me know the next day. I also 
telephoned two “ want ads.” to a morning paper, 
one for an experienced farm-hand, the other for 
a woman to do general housework in the country. 
Polly was to interview the women who applied, 
and I was to look after the men. That night I 
slept like a hired man. 
Out of the dozen who applied the next day 
I accepted a Swede by the name of Anderson. 
He was about thirty, tall, thin, and nervous. 
He did not fit my idea of a stockman, but he 
looked like a worker, and as I could furnish the 
work we soon came to terms. 
A few words more about Anderson. He 
proved a worker indeed. He had an insatiable 
appetite for work, and never knew when to quit. 
He was not popular at the farm, for he was too 
eager in the morning to start and too loath in 
the evening to stop. His unbridled passion for 
work was a thing to be deplored, as it kept him 
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