The Boy and the Lynx 
sisters, and feed the horses while they prepared 
breakfast. At six the meal was over and Cor- 
\ ney went to his work. At noon, which Margat 
lv knew by the shadow of a certain rampike fall- 
\ , ing on the spring, a clear notification to draw 
h fresh water for the table, Loo would hang a 
“white rag on a pole, and Corney, seeing the 
signal, would return from summer fallow or hay- 
field, grimy, swarthy, and ruddy, a picture of 
manly vigorand honest toil. Thor might beaway 
all day, but at night, when they again assembled 
at the table, he would come from lake or dis- 
tant ridge and eat a supper like the dinner 
and breakfast, for meals as well as days were 
exact repeats: pork, bread, potatoes, and tea, 
with occasionally eggs supplied by a dozen 
hens around the little log stable, with, rarely, 
a variation of wild meat, for Thor was not a 
hunter and Corney had little time for anything 
but the farm. 
II 
ieee THE LYNX 
A huge four-foot basswood had gone the 
way of all trees. Death had been generous— 
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