The unfolding aisles of corn swam pleasantly before John's eyes. The earth hearkened to man's wants and answered; the clement sun and summer rains hastened the fruition. Yonder stood the brown haystack, garnered to feed the industrious horse who had earned his meed; there was the straw-thatched shelter for the cattle. How the orchard boughs bent with their burdens! The big red barns stood stored with the harvested wheat; and, beyond the pasture-lands, tall trees rose against the benign sky to feed the glance of a dreamer; the fertile soil lay lavender and glossy in the furrow. The farmhouses were warmly built and hale and strong; no winter blast should rage so bitterly as to shake them, or scatter the hospitable embers on the hearth. For this was Carlow County, and he was coming home. They crossed a by-road. An old man with a streaky gray chin-beard was sitting on a sack of oats in a seatless wagon, waiting for the train to pass. Harkless seized his companion excitedly by the elbow. “Tommy!” he cried. “It's Kim Fentriss--look! Did you see that old fellow?” “I saw a particularly uninterested and uninteresting gentleman sitting on a bag,” replied his friend. “Why, that's old Kimball Fentriss. He's going to town; he lives on the edge of the county.” “Can this be true?” said Meredith gravely. “I wonder,” said Harkless thoughtfully, a few moments later, “I wonder why he had them changed around.” “Who changed around?” “The team. He always used to drive the bay on the near side, and the sorrel on the off.” “And at present,” rejoined Meredith, “I am to understand that he is driving the sorrel on the near side, and bay on the off?” “That's it,” returned the other. “He must have worked them like that for some time, because they didn't look uneasy. They're all right about the train, those two. I've seen them stand with their heads almost against a fast freight. See there!” He pointed to a white frame farmhouse with green blinds. “That's Win Hibbard's. We're just outside of Beaver.” “Beaver? Elucidate Beaver, boy!” “Beaver? Meredith, your information ends at home. What do you know of your own State if you are ignorant of Beaver. Beaver is that city of Carlow County next in importance and population to Plattville.” Tom put his head out of the window. “I fancy you are right,” he said. “I already see five people there.”