We had a delightful day, and when I drove back to the village with him that night he told me that I could go into the office of Wright and Baldwin after harvesting.
"It will do for a start," he said.

"A little later I shall try to find a better place for you." I began my work taking only the studies at school which would qualify me for surveying.

I had not been in Canton a week when I received a rude shock which was my first lesson in the ungentle art of politics.

Rodney Barnes and Uncle Peabody were standing with me in front of a store.

A man came out with Colonel Hand and said in a loud voice that Sile Wright was a spoilsman and a drunkard--in politics for what he could get out of it.
My uncle turned toward the stranger with a look of amazement.