CHAPTER XVI.
DAB KINZER AND HAM MORRIS TURN INTO A FIRE-DEPARTMENT.
The Morris farm, as has been said, was a pretty large one; and the same tendency on the part of its owners which led them to put up so extensive and barn-like a house, had stimulated them from time to time to make the most liberal provisions for the storage of their crops.

Barns were a family weakness with them, as furniture had been with the Kinzers.

The first barn they had put up, now the oldest and the farthest from the house, had been a large one.

It was now in a somewhat dilapidated condition, to be sure, and was bowed a little northerly by the weight of years that rested on it; but it had still some hope of future usefulness if it had not been for that tramp and his box of matches.
"There isn't a bit of use in trying to save it!" exclaimed Ham, as they were whirled in through the wide-open gate.

"It's gone!" "But, Ham," said Mrs.Kinzer, "we can save the other barns perhaps.