to some important business. Soon after he had left, my cousin said, "we should do something to get even with that darned bull that tore up Uncle Harrison's good hack. Lets put the bull in the stable again then we will put your brother, Willie's new saddle on him and give him a good riding." It sounded like a good idea to me, so we saddled the bull. Cousin mounted the bull and said, "Let him go." The bull threw him right away and proceeded to tear up the new saddle. When my brother came home I was in the dog house again. I guess you would call me Harrison's bad boy.

WHEN PA GOT LOCKED OUT

     One night after supper, my Pa heard a noise in the back yard he looked out the east window and saw an animal. At first he thought it was a black bear. He went out into the open hallway which separated the two parts of the home. He yelled back at us that it was a mad dog, and that it had just bitten one of our dogs, and was coming into the house. I became so scared that I slammed the door and hooked it. Pa screamed for us to open the door and let him into the house, but I was so excited that I held the door closed until he kicked it down. Pa was so scared it made him ill.

LIFE ON THE FARM

     I was never sick when I was growing up. I was always on the move. As soon as I was old enough to go to the field, I was out doing my best. When wheat cutting time came, I would follow Pa all day. I would tie the wheat as Pa cut it with an old hand reaper, and after the wheat had been stacked and dried, a neighbor with an old "ground hog" thrashing machine would come to the farm to thrash it for us.

     I remember when Pa used to sell beef for three cents a pound. One winter he butchered twenty head and sold them to a railroad camp.

     Pa was a good fisherman, and in the winter he would take his nets and camp on the river for two or three days, or until he would catch his wagon load of

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