The Cassowary; What Chanced in the Cleft MountainsWaterloo, Stanley
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The Cassowary; What Chanced in the Cleft Mountains
Waterloo, Stanley
Love stories; Railroad travel -- Fiction; Storytelling -- Fiction
The beams and plates and joists and rafters for the house were planned
and, with axe and broad-axe and saw, Jason and Rubens labored in the
forest until oak and pine were cut and hewed, true to the line, and were
then dragged by toiling oxen to the site of the house of which they were
to be the stay and strength. The farmers round about assembled for the
raising, there were heavings and shoutings, the parts were reared under
the hoarse overseeing of Carpenter Rubens and the great timbers, tongue
in socket, pinned lastingly together, stood aloft, the sturdy white
outline of a pleasant home to face the roadway. What days they were for
Jason as the two men labored afterward for weeks until the house stood
all complete from cellar to roof-peak, and even painted--white, with
green blinds, of course. Furnished it was too, well furnished for the
country. It was the finest house in the neighborhood and Jason walked
through the rooms with that feeling which comes to a man of purpose when
he looks upon the thing accomplished. Not yet, though, was the place
ready for Melissa. There was much to be done besides the mere building
of a shelter, but, even now, the front part of it must be sacred for
her. There Jason nailed up the door solidly.
What comfort could a farmer's wife have with merely a house to live in!
Here must be all convenience for her outdoor work in connection with the
household and all should be pleasant to look upon. Jason settled down
resolutely to what was yet to come.
Obviously the old log barn had outlasted its original purposes. Its
small stable no longer afforded shelter enough for the increasing herd
of cattle and the horses nor its mows room for the hay and grain. There
must be a frame barn, a big one, with high, wide doors into which a team
with a load might be driven and with long stables and mows and roof room
enough for all contingencies of harvest. The year after the completion
of the house, the barn was built and the one of logs abandoned. But the
barn had not absorbed Jason's thoughts so fully as had the house.
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