"All right, Uncle Will," said Jack. "If Rube will go with me, we'll
start right after breakfast to-morrow morning."
"Well," said his uncle, "you ask him to-morrow morning at breakfast.
He'll go with you if he can."
After breakfast next morning, Rube and Jack went down to the lake,
each carrying a small wooden box, partly filled with hay. The ducks'
nests were easily found. One of them belonged to quite a small bird,
which flew off close to the ground as the riders approached. They
found that this nest contained nine roundish eggs, about the colour
of old ivory, that is yellowish white. The other nest, which was not
far off, belonged to a larger bird, and in this there were eleven
somewhat larger eggs. All the eggs from the first nest were placed
in one box, and those from the second in another, and they returned
to the house, riding very slowly and carefully, carrying the boxes
in their hands, so that they should not be jarred or shaken. In the
hen-house the two old hens were provided with good nests of clean
hay, each in a barrel, which was covered at night so as to prevent
anything from disturbing them, and one setting of eggs was put under
each hen. Rube declared that he didn't feel quite safe about those
hens, they were so big and the eggs were so small that he was afraid
they would break them. "And if they don't break them," he said,
"they're liable to step on the young ones when they hatch out, and
kill half of them. Still, I suppose we've got to take that risk."
The morning had only half gone when the eggs were disposed of, and
Jack looked about to see what else he could do. There was no one
about the house except Mrs. Carter, who was sewing, and Rube, who had
gone down to the stable and was working there. Jack threw himself on
the grass just outside the house door, and lay there in the warm sun.
For a while he did nothing except to think over the last few days,
and remember what fun he had had. He determined that before night he
would write a long letter to his father, telling him that he would
rather not go back and go to school and college, for he wanted to be
a ranchman.
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