Dan rolled off another hundred lines, which he appeared to know quite as well as the previous two hundred. “You are a smart boy!” said the doctor approvingly, and not without a feeling of relief, for it is rather tedious to listen critically to the translation of three hundred lines. “But,” said Dan, “I am not through yet.” “Pray how much have you read?” asked Dr. Wood in amazement. “I can recite five hundred more if you like,” said Dan, his eyes twinkling with enjoyment at the doctor’s surprise. “I think that will do for to-day,” said Dr. Wood. “I don’t think I shall have time to hear them now. You may have the rest of the day for pigeon shooting.” Indeed Dan was always fond of sport, and not particularly fond of farm-work. My boy reader may like to read an anecdote of this time, which I will give in the very words in which Daniel told it to some friends at a later day. While at Dr. Wood’s, “my father sent for me in haying time to help him, and put me into a field to turn hay, and left me. It was pretty lonely there, and, after working some time, I found it very dull; and, as I knew my father was gone away, I walked home, and asked my sister Sally if she did not want to go and pick some whortleberries. She said yes. So I went and got some horses, and put a side-saddle on one, and we set off. We did not get home till it was pretty late, and I soon went to bed. When my father came home he asked my mother where I was, and what I had been about. She told him. The next morning when I awoke I saw all the clothes I had brought from Dr. Wood’s tied up in a small bundle again. When I saw my father he asked me how I liked haying. I told him I found it ‘pretty dull and lonesome yesterday.’ ’Well,’ said he, ‘I believe you may as well go back to Dr. Wood’s.’ So I took my bundle under my arm, and on my way I met Thomas W. Thompson, a lawyer in Salisbury; he laughed very heartily when he saw me. ‘So,’ said he, ’your farming is over, is it?’” It will occur to my readers that, as Judge Webster was struggling so earnestly to give Dan an education, it would have been more considerate for the boy to have remained at his task, and so saved his father the trouble of finishing it. However, it is not my intention to present the boy as in all respects a model, though it is certain that he appreciated and was thoroughly grateful for his father’s self-sacrificing devotion. On one occasion Dan was set to mowing. He did not succeed very well. “What is the matter, Dan?” asked his father. “My scythe does not _hang_ well,” answered Dan, an answer which will be understood by country boys. His father took the scythe and tried to remedy the difficulty, but when it was handed back to Dan, it worked no better. “I think you had better hang it to suit yourself, Dan,” said his father. With a laughing face Dan hung it on the branch of a tree, and turning to his father said, “There, that is just right.”