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1 by Edwin Balmer CHAPTER V Continued I said," Iterated Tony solemnly, t wasn't brought over. On the i ot the city of the Other Peo- , or which we've been telling yon I) v.ler the great glass dome, but r en edge where they could be - ) , easily was a sort of hang ; r f those things, '-'We saw i 'tdred of them, Like larks they'd lw k in the sky-i-all metal larks of tiarvelont design They had en clues, v But we couldn't get one go- 1 s. We tried ,to. :,'.. "The Other People-mie People a I illion Tears Dead the Inhabit ants of Bronson Beta had aircraft that would look. In the air, like nothing we had on earth but a lark. They had small, economical and evl- 1 that propelled them by a motive power we haven't learned to em ploy.' I believe It was one of these macmnes wnicn new over, you ana over us." . - "Flew r repeated Peter i Vander bllt calmly. "Of itself No pilot!" Tony shook his bead. "A pilot, perhaps," pronounced Vanderbllt softly, "a million years dead? .- , Tony nodded; the Inclination, of his head .la the affirmative made , them jump. " - - ''Ton dont believe It" Peter Tfn- tierDiit rebuked him. " f,J "Ton," said Tony, "havenl been in their city. We-were there three days, and never ceased to expect them to walk ont any door." "After a million years dead?" - "How do we know how It might have been J" - Peter Vanderbllt flicked a speck from his sleeve, : ' "The machine onld have coma from one source,' ue uggesieu, uib puui iron ' an- otner. ; xne macnine coma nave survived the. million years' cold; we know that some did, Ton saw them. Hut the pilot need have survived no more than a passage from earth which, some three hundred of us here have survived, and a hundred in yonr camp also" ? i : i -: "Of eonrse," accepted Eliot James practically.,;' "Another party could have got across several parties; the German, the Russians, the Jap anese or soma Others. ,. Two weeks or more ago they , may' have found another Sealed City with the Other People s .alrcraft":r,,V' ' "And they," aald Tony, "may bare .sot one of the engines going. fr : ' "Exactly"! vi?'?-'y.-'h "All rlght,": aald : Tony,' that'e that Then why did the pilot, who mever be Is, look oa over and leave without message or signal? Why " They sat down, but drew closer together., "If some of the Other People survived, what would bo their attitude to ," us, would.; yon say! , V ; Would they know who wo ,., were, & and " where , -wo ;f came , Tony led a dozen men to the ship In 'which .Eliot , and he bad flown ; and they bora to the camp . the amaslng articles from, the Sealed City. '-.'-., 'c :'ri-'hi'-,fl Tony, seated on the groand and leaning on his band beside him, felt queer, soft constriction of bis forefinger. He drew his band up, and the constriction, clamped tlght- r, and be felt a little weight Borne small, living thing bad clasped him. , "Hello 1" cried Tony, as two tiny soft hands and two tiny-toed feet clung to him. "Hello! Hello 1" It was a monkey. v "Her name's Clara," said Rans- deU. "Tours r asked Tony. "You brought bar over?" - - i . s "Nobody brought her over," Ran dell replied. "She stowed away.". "Stowed away?", i "We discovered her aljter things got calm In space," Ransdell said, smil ing. "When we were well away from the earth and had good equilibrium. Everybody denied ' they had any thing to do with her being on board. In fact, nobody would wren admit having seen her before; but there ahe was." "Since we're checking op," added Ransdell, "yen might as well know that we brought over one more pas senger not on the. last lists we made back there In Michigan. Marian I" he called to the group about them, rrou here?" , ? . . "Where would I be?" A girt of about twenty-three " stood np and walked toward him. , Tony , noticed that she carried herself with. a bold ness different from the others, "Her name," Ransdell murmured tn she approached, "is Marian ,: " ion. Lived In Rt Louis. An tic dancer. Et hmr.fc'Mid n the chaos b o the da i "isn. Read aboi-t our r":ms. and Philip Wylle. WNa Service ' Crawled Into camp the: night be fore we took off. Lived In ; the woods for three weeks before that nobody knows what on." , The girl reached the table and took Tony's handVrrve heard about you," she salL;:. "Often.- Too 4on"t look anything like I supposed you '"I'm glad to meet yon,: Tony re plied,' .... . .'."-. . v . "' Unabashed, she studied htm. "Ton look shot" she said finally. Tony grinned. .; ; ""I ;, am ; a little tlwdV;Vl?W-'f "Tott better go back to -v yoor place," Ransdell. m&kMM- .Sure,", the girl answered. . She smiled buoyantly and returned. Ransdell looked at her thought fully, sipped his coffee, and shook bis head, Then be continued pri vately: to . Tony "She's ireally a moron, I suppose..:' I doubt. If. Hen dron will approve of having a moron In our company; but ber empty- headedness,. her. astonishment : at everything even ber. -Ignorance, which la pretty naive, have delight ed everybody. And she did a big thing for os." - What did she dor Tony asked. ' "The second night wo were here Eberville went mad. He- decided early in the evening that It was against the will of God for us to be here, and that we should all be destroyed. ' Bnt be quieted down, and was left alone. Later he got up, got Into the shlp,;atarted the only generator, that would work, and turned on one of the lateral tubes. In the morning yon could see a big black : patch about lour hun dred yards to the left of where we were camped.'? He'd have wiped as out ; In ten seconds,.: but . Marian jumped on him. She's strong. . So was Eberville. Insanely strong. But she has teeth and nails. ' That Is why wo all escaped annihilation a second time," - i . Suddenly Tony got up. HendronJ he remembered, ; knew nothing of their discoveries and ; events. He could delay no ' longer bis return to Hendron. But when he suggest- , SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS . " Vn&ot tb Hirhlp ef Cole Hindron, noted Anlarlcan solentlat. some IW parsons aaeap In a Space Ship wiped out the earth, ana land on Bronson Beta. .Thousands of slant mete ors hurtle1 through the sky, bnt no on hurt. Tne meteors are fragments of the destroyed moon. A river bottom sreen with vegetation Is discovered and axeat forests of dead trees, preserved br the absolute eold of enact. The appearanoe of what looks like an airplane,, and which disappears wlthont raaklna ea attempt to communicate with the refusrees, leaves a feeling- Of alarm. Tney realise tney that their visitors may be enemies,' exploration airplane flight, come upon what seems like half an Iridescent class bubble six miles wide, and half a mile high at Its enter. Amour their flnde, when- they makeran entry Into tne city, is an eaioie sn miuione oi Busneis un tneir way back they stumble upon the camp ot more than 100 persona who left the earth when they did, In a second Space Ship piloted by Dave KanedeL . ed to Eliot James that they return, others would not allow It- ,;-.',.:--".' "Not both of yon! v- . ;Xoo haven't both got to gvrypnM TherO was altogether : too" much yet. .to tell,-; and to ibear. a," "Let Bitot stay here. Tony," Dave Ransdell said. ; Til go to Hendron with yon.; I ought to report to him; snd I want so mack to see bun," They were In the air. In the plan . with, them they freighted a fair half of the objects intelligible and unintelligible, which Tony and Eliot bad brought from the Sealed City. With them also was Eliot lames' rard.4;i;f;i:: It was dawn ; the slow sunrise of Bronson ' Beta was spreading . its first faint shafts across the sky. The camp seemed- unchanged; it was safe. Tony glanced aside and sur prised Ransdell, as he stared dowa What thousand shattering fragments of thought must fill Ransdell's mind One and Tony plainly could sea it overwhelmed all the rest Here, below, was Eve Hendron. ' For It was a sudden softness and yearning that was In the eyes of the broad-shouldered, Herculean man at. Tony's side '. What would be in Eve's eyes when, she saw him? Eve always had admired Dare and r liked him and more. 4- More, yes, more than liked 1 him,' daring those last desperate days on earth. Now he waa here; and he had done weH. Anyone would say Hendron himself wonld declare that Dave Ransdell bad done well indeed to have brought across space the ship Intrusted to him with loss of less than half the party. Ransdell would be greeted, ecstatically as a Aero.' Tony caught bis lip between his teeth and tried to establish better control , of his Inward tumult , If Eve preferred Dave to himself, let herl , "V, ; ,.'.:'. r He busied himself grimly with his throttles, patting down the ship on the bare soil more than a mile from camp, ,, :. l'hcy'bad bwni seen In the str J, and the ca ... .g toward them. 7 aad Dave started t 1 them; then they halt. ;. yie from the camp began to ce . .at . one figure was not that of Eliot James. . "Who Is ItT Who's with your came the cry. . "Ransdell 1 Dave Ransdell!" Tony yelled; and Dave stopped and lift ed now ma arms. ' "Ransdell! Ransdelir came back. -Teal They got over! The second ship got overl" Then the-welcome began, "Tony," said Ransdell later, when for" an Instant ' they bad a few words, "how Hendron's changed 1" xes,- saw Tony, -or coursa be has." But be realised that to Rans dell, who had not seen their leader since the last day on earth, the al teration In ' Hendron's appearance and manner was more tragic. Never had Tony eard Hendron's voice shake as now ft did; and his band, which clung to the list which Ransdell had given him, quivered as If with palsy. It was the list of the survivors and the dead from the second Ark, He had read it several times; bnt again and again, like a very old man, be went over It . , v"It was tha tubes, yon say, Da na?" he kept reviewing the dis aster" at landing, wltb Ransdell. "Three of the .tubes fused I That was the fault of the design my fanlf. be blamed , ; blmself mor bidly, v : fy-:, v?M?ii ite. "These ' people here, , of :whom Tony has told us. What metallur gists! They would bavo made shiit Ah ! ' Ah I Ab 1 Tony-David Hlgglns ! The rest Of yon ! ( What do yon think of this? The people of this planet are not here, because they made good their ; escape through Space! They made (heir own Space Ships and better ones and 'mora of them ; and escaped when they were passing; some hab itable sphere as they scraped some starr - . "No, Father!" ''How 1 do yon knowT I tell you, they . probably did It; and accom plished It much better than I, with my bungling, that I am an ama teur a murderer. How many did I kill, David? How many did you say? What rowe of names?" Father, yon didnt Ml them!' "1 teU yon I did! The tubes fused the tubes I figured and de signed myself.? 'The human factor did not fall They piloted It prop erly.' The tubes fused l" No one could quiet him. ' His daughter bad to lead ' him : away, wltb Tony and Ransdell both help ing ber. . The excitement of Rans dell's news and, on top of It, Tony's, bad snapped bis nerves, drawn too long to extreme tension. It was perfectly plain to all' the company whom he had led that his day, as a man of resource, was done. . r v Tony, thoroughly realizing this, trembled himself as he helped lead his -friend to his cabin. Partly it Just before a oosmlo eolllslon that are not alone on tne new planet, and Tony Drake and Eliot James, on aa a wondrous city, enclosed under waa from pity and compassion: for no one knew better than Tony with ! wnat xnercllessness Hendron had driven blmself and bow he had borne so long bis enormous burden. Bnt partly this trembling, was from an emotion far less worthy. It was Jealousy again of Dave Ransdell ' ; Jealousy more bitter and hard than that which had possessed Mm when they both were , on earth and rivals. For here they were rivals again and with the conflict between them aecentnated,jt,rtVv:;?ri'::''':':',i 'tf How Eve had hogged Dave and bold to him and kissed blm! - To be sure, they bad all embraced hlnx-men and girls.-Every' girl In the camp hysterically bad kissed blm. Bnt Eve had not been hys terical. Tony knew. Eve Eve- Well, It bad changed this world for ber that Dave Ransdell bad reached Then there- was the talk which Tony , had heard : the talk already tonight of Ransdell as the new lead er of both camps; the leader , of the survivors of- Earth to replace and follow Hendran.'V:;:.;,ii;u Tony tingled alternately ' with bate of Dave and with shame at blmself, as he thought of this talk Be had quieted the talk of him self as leader and he honestly had not wanted It a few daya ago; he would not permit himself to be con sidered a candidate against Hen dron; but now that Hendron was surely done, he wanted his people his people, he thought them to want him for their leader. And some still did; but more, he thought miserably, tonight turned to Dave Ransdell. yf'. . A. . v i ; - This was unworthy tils Was childish, this jealousy and hate Of his strong conrageous comrade; So Tony told himself; but he could npt conquer It' " v , Now they had come to Hendron's cabin ; and Tony felt himself becom ing officious In the endeavor to be of more ubo to Hendron and to Eve than Dave might be. - i fve, l.i v you go back "All right" filJ Tony, "Come along, Dave." " v "Let blm stay tore, Tony," said Eve.' , , "Htm and not me?" Tony stared. "What moM can he ten them?" Eve asked patienUy. "He's given them bis news, who're .living and who" ehe lowered her voice care fully so her father couldnot bear "who are dead. He bas no more to tell. Ton yon havent begun to tell them what yon must have to teU of the strange cltyT ' $ "Don't yon want to bear ft?" Tony persisted. , ' , "Tm staying with Father now," said Eve. v t: RebelUonsly end yet ashamed of himself for his feeling Tony turned away and left ber with Ransdell. - "The best way to give you some Idea of the city," Tony said, facing the entire company of the camp ex cept Hendron and Eve," Is to read yon extracts from the record made, on the spot at the time, by Eliot James. . Before t begin, however, I "Her Name's Clara," 8ald Ransdell. "Nobody Brought Her Over. Ev . aryone Denied They Had Any ; thing to Do With Her Being on ', Board,- But There 8he Was." ask 'yon to think of a city made of many colored metals- built like the spokes of a wheel around a vast central bonding. Think of a dome of transparent metal over it And then remember; particularly while I read f that i every ; street, every building, every object In the whole metropolis was In an amazing state of . preservation. f u , "Remember that there was not a single sign of human habitation. I have already told yon that the peo ple were human very : much' .like ourselves but there was not a sign of them or any remains of them ex cept for statues and paintings and representations , which we called photographic for lack of a better word and for record on tneir re markable visual machines. Bear all that In mind. Here, for ex ample, la what Eliot wrote on the evening of our first day on Bron--son Beta.'.-1 will skip the part that describes the city in general." CHAPTER Vl TONT began to read from Eliot James' diary: "Tony and I are now seated In a bedroom ' of an apartment in one of the targe build ings. The night of Bronson Beta bas descended, but we have light In fact, the adventure of light Is the most blrarre which -has befal len ; us L since we penetrated this spectacular and silent , city. As twilight descended we were about to return to our airplane, ' We were at the time on the street We had visited one or two buildings and the effect of the silence combined with the .oncoming darkness was more than we could bear. We could not rid Ourselves of the feeling that the city waa inhabited; we could not cease looking quickly over our shoulders In the bone, or , the fear. of seeing-somebody. As we stood uncertainly, on the street the sun vanished - altogether, its orange light reflected by low-lying cumulus clouds. The sky took on a deeper green and at a word from Tony I would have run from the place. Suddenly, to our utter confonnda tlon, the city was bathed In-light The light came on without a sound. Its source, or rather Its sources, was Invisible. ' - It. shone down on the streets from behind cornices. It burst luminously upon the walla of . the giant buildings, ' ' !The interiors of many of them were also filled with radiance, All thlSi suddenly, silently, In the gath ering gloom. I shall never forget the expression on Tony's' face aa hs turned to me and whrapered, It's too much T ; My own mind, appalled at this new, marvelous manifesta tion of the genius of the Other Peo ple, was very close to lapsing Into unconsciousness for a second. Then - found myself with - my v bands clenched, saying over and over te myself, it's light, - just- light It was getting dark, so they turned on the lights.' ; ; Then I amended that to The lights come on here when It's dark.' Immediately Tony and I fen Into an altercation. It's just the lights coming on, I said ', , (TO BI CONTINUED.) . Crimea Sit of Eadleee War ', ' Crimea Is the site of endless wa fare now for centuries, : A succes sion of conquering people have oc cupied the peninsula for ages ' "Thank yosi, her gentle voice, to the people." ii: 'u. MIL V" If 1 ' '!.'. " V , Bk I. jCaV. wl. iU i j Dy Russell Lord J WHEAT AND WINE THE hillsides of Pierre La f argue lie central td that re gion which the - French call Midi and celebrate as a gi ant source of wheat and wine. Hta farm is 17 miles uphill from the pleasant gray city of Montauban, In the province of Tarn-et-Garonne. At Montauban no one had ever heard of Pierre Lafargue. I exert ed my French, displayed my clip ping from LUlustratlon, and insist ed all over town that snch a man lived, for bad not le gouvernement Francalse, a government in matters of record singularly precise; bad not the minister ot agriculture of the republic himself but lately be stowed-- the order of agricultural merit upon the beads of 750 peas ant families, farmers Of the same land for three, centuries or more? And who of these ancients of the earth stood first In the citation of the ministry, with official record of having farmed the same fields for 1,152 years? "Voyes! The family Lafargue of: Molleres, Tarn-et-Garonne, Pierre Lafargue, present pro prietor." "Connais pas," said a serious looking man In a blue smock, one of a group gathered from labor In a wayside vineyard just above the biggest church tn town. "Connais pas,", cried all the others cheer fully, and offered me plnard, a sour and watery wine, Along" the 'one mean street of Molleres, finally attained, the resi dents seemed furtive and strange. They answered questions with side wise glances in words hard to un derstand. Then they . would call others; and all wonld gather In si lence to stare. Bnt some one ran for the priest who came now wltb authoritative gestures, clearing the way. A positive man with a two day beard, and commanding man- -ner. His people fell hack respect fully. , "Tea, I know very well the farm of Pierre Lafargue. I know It very well indeed." For he was born him self a Lafargue, In that house. Pierre- Is bis brother. Always, In order to keep the farm entire and in the' family, younger brothers have yielded full proprietorship to the eldest or v to that brother ; who wished most to stay. Of the pres ent generation, a sister too Is In holy i orders,', having yielded her rights to Pierre. ' The family title to the farm runs back to ,772, . but full namea and dates and papers are available only from about the time of Columbus. It Is surely a bill farm, all hill, on which this family bas been stick ing it out all these centuries. And a email on& some 60 acres of small fields, partly wooded,; falling away from a hilltop on which has been leveled space enough tor a small, square house of stone and plaster, a good-slsed stone . barn and a strawstaxsfc-i-i.:...;:: ' .., Sixty acres, most of It so steep that in America it would probably be written off at once as pasturage or waste land.' A atory-and-a-half bouse, about 40 by 40 feet with a low roof peaked-from all aides to the middle. A right big bouse, at that as present bouses go, built In 1704 by the great-great-great-great grandslre of the present Pierre. 8o the - records . show ; so . the priest said ; and he said too, that In the six generations since there have al ways been an average of six chil dren under that roof. fx'; . But the age of the present house Is aa nothing compared to the ten ure of this family on this bill. On exactly these , same small, rough fields, Antolne Lafargue, a direct forbear, was tilling, sowing and taking crops when, far to the west a sailor so It Is told saw a sea gull and Columbus discovered s New World. . Not only that : the Iafargues had been there 720 years then; and there have passed less than five centuries since. When Shakespeare waa born they had been there, farm ing, for nearly 800 years. The title to this land la given In a few lines of the last will and testament of one Johannls La fargue, written In Latin, dated Au gust 20, 772, In the reign of Char lemagne. In the eleven and a half centuries since, the family line of direct descent of active ownership, has never been broken. As I go to the front door, Pierre Lafargue comes out of his barn. He has been bedding down his cows, and Is after some more straw. A browned, wiry little man of sixty, small, almost gnome-Uke; he can't be an Inch over five feet He wears a blue smock snd neavy wooden shoes. He sees me and comes toward me hesitatingly, but with nothing of that bang-dog diffidence I bad met wltb among the people In the village. Tills small peas ant's head Is straight up, and be Is telling me, I think, that he Is very sorry, but that he can understand hardly a word I say. . Pierre takes me to the barn and shows me the five of bis work cows that are In stalls. His boys, Jean Marie and Denis, are ont with the other four, hauling stones for road building. These hauling Jobs help In times like this when the wheat Is threshed and the grapes are not yet ripe, he says. The cows are of the province. They look; like Jerseys grown as big as Holstelns, and work right up to the day they freshen. Except for what the calves take, they give no milk. They are better than oxen, PJerre says, because they breed and multiply. And they are much better than horses to work with, he adds. One does not have all these straps of harness a -yoke, simply, and there you are! And no reins; one talks with them and they obey. They are slow? Perhaps, but what would yon? With them one may in a day plow an acre, and there are plenty of days on which to plow. One may do with two horses ss much work as wltb four cows? Tet the two horses cost more than twice as much to feed as four cows. And at the end of the year one has only the manure from two horses Instead of the manure from four cows. One can never, he says, have too many cows. He has nine head, generally more, on his 60 acres, only about two-thirds of which are un der cultivation. He wishes he bad work enough, feed enough, for three times aa many. A man's riches are not to be measured In acres as much as In cows. He keeps bis tn the stable; he will not turn them out He lugs green feed and pumpkins In to them, and feeda them clover hay, even though there la pastur age enough on the steeper hillsides for. the greater "part of the year. There are no fences on bis farm, bnt that la not the .reason tor his not pasturing; there are plenty of small boys round abont who could mind cows. No, It Is because, with commercial fertiliser all but ont of the question for farmers with such a small cash . turnover ; , with le gumes a more or less Irregular fact tor In a rotation that stresses wheat; and with old, old land, a fanner most be fixed so as te save every ounce of an! liquid and solid, and i to just what spot 1 where it is worst needt says Pierre Lafargue, p- straw ander his cows is i a foot and a half deep. It i ont almost: every day and I - 1 the band. If at the end of the J r there la any straw left In the stu that Is hauled out tor ; 1 ask bin bow his wheat yields have held eot all these years. About the same as far pack as be remem bers or knows. ' Some years good, say seventeen sacs to the hectare. Tears, tike this bad one, only about ten sacs to the hectare, A hectare Is two and a fifth acres, The French sac runs abont two and a fifth, bushels. Ton can read, these flg ores pretty accurately, therefore, la terms of bushels to the acre. (Our tatea tnirava ehnnt flfheml bush els to the acre).) r i&y&fcUw , As we leave the barn ' Pierre shows me Louetta, bis horse,. Few peasadts have horses, and he lav aa proud of this one aa a California ranchman would be, say, of an air- piane. uouetia can go ine seven teen miles' to Montauban,' be says, In two hours, or even better If one Is fool enough to let hef trot down bill. The last part he cannot make me. understand in words, so he acta ; It .out. ."Vi .'r ':'.':!' We walk over his place. There). Is not he says, much to be seen at this time of year. That Is tree.. What I get of Jils farming plan. I piece together out of what I can see, what I understand of his ex planations, and what . I know of the other French wheat farms on which I worked for a day or so at varloua times. ' ; ' His vines -enter little Into his la bors. They are mainly along the edges of fields ss sort of cropped fence row. With little attention, they give enough grapes for the family to tread with bare feet Into enough wine for the house. Patches of cultivated crops such aa potatoes, cabbage, flint corn, pumpkins, and perhaps sorghum are placed more or less without plan, year after year, according to the needs of the house and barn and the needs of a tilled crop to clean up a place where weeds have become bad. Crimson clover Is sown In different parts of the wheat from year to year, with the tendency to patch with a le gume, as it were, a part of the field that Is wearing out A le gume Is a plant with the power to take nitrogen as a gas from the air and store It as plant food In the soil. But the main thing here Is wheat, wheat, wheat as much as the land can stand up under. Sometimes fal lowing Is necessary, particularly to kill weeds, but In general you can say that the rotation Is wheat every other year wheat and a cultivated crop, or wheat and clover, or wheat and foraga They plow for wheat and plant in October. If wheat is following wheat and the land is very weedy, they may plow in midsummer and then plow two or three times again before broadcasting the seed. Plow ing Is always back and forth, rath er than around and around. Two cows pull what we would call a swivel plow, with the Idle plow share riding npslde down directly over the other. Land Is further fit ted with a sort of splketootb har row, but wltb big, blunt-edged knives Instead of spikes. Local blacksmiths make them. If clover Is to follow, it Is broad cast In the young wheat ihe March following."" They split their seed Into three piles, broadcasting two of the piles as they walk length wise of the field, and the rest as they walk back and forth In the short way. They cut It either with a scythe or wltb a mowing ma chine, tie the bundle wltb straw, and set It np tn long, narrow shocks, uncapped. It Is hauled In almost at once and built Into a beautiful honeyomb stack to await the thresher. They build these shocks so high that they have to have a man on a ladder relaying the sheaves to the top. They top them off so carefully that they are ab solutely waterproof. And then they put on the hawthorn cross. It Is said that no stack of grain or straw In this part of the country has ever been struck by'Ughtntng If It bad at the top a cross made of the wood of the hawthorn tree. Here on Pierre's farm during wheat season the men and women get np at 3 :90 In the morning. That Is to feed the cattle. Which take a long while to-eat Out to the field by daylight around five. At 6:80, breakfast often eaten 'afield wine, bread, an artichoke, or a sausage, and perhaps a piece of cheese. Around 11 :00, back to the honse to ieea uie chums, who peraaps a bite to eat for oneself, and to sleep, generally on the ground ' in the . shade. Thus until two. then back to the field to goute, a supper much like breakfast At 8:30 or 9:00, at the end of the day, a big bowl of soup, and to, bed. ' ' . That leaves but six and a half hours for sleep. Ah! but It Is not always harvest says Pierre. At other seasons, one has' more time tin Vuk IrilA. V Rllt tiei'ilftaf la tiai-irAaft- and wheat Is dear; none must spoil.' .' It was, I think, a Gascon or so the story goes a Gascon on , the lower prairie lands Just west, who stopped Us plowing to snatch np a handful ot Jils soli and exclaim r (See I This which t bold In my, band, It is France!" ; !ii;ji'. ynm servtee.- '.'. .:'. -
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