The cattle which had lain down, began to get up, and the horses neighed in their stalls; for the shining of the lantern in the barn was the well-known signal which called them to breakfast.
Jonas clambered up by a long ladder to the hay-loft, to pitch down some hay, and Josey and Oliver followed him; while Amos remained below to "feed out" the hay, as he called it, as fast as they pitched it down.

It was pretty dark upon the loft, although the lantern shed a feeble light upon the rafters above.
"Boys," said Jonas, "it is dangerous for you to be up here; I'd rather you'd go down." "Well," said Oliver, and he began to descend.
"Why ?" said Josey; "I don't think there's any danger." "Yes," said Jonas, "a pitchfork wound is worse than almost any other.

It is what they call a _punctured_ wound." "What kind of a wound is that ?" said Josey.
"I'll tell you some other time," said Jonas.

"But don't stay up here.

You don't obey so well as Oliver.