Sami ran along. There stood the two younger boys, Michael and Uli, with great hoes on their shoulders, and Stöffi beside a cart which had to be taken along. They waited for their father, and then all went out to the field. Here Stöffi and Sami had to rake together the grass, which the father cut, and load it on the cart, and bring home to the cows. Michael and Uli had to hoe the weeds in the next field near by. Now it appeared that Sami did not know at all how to use the rake, for he had never done such work. “He shall weed with Uli, and Michael can do this work,” said the farmer. But when Sami tried to do this, the hoe was too heavy for him, and he could do nothing. “Then kneel on the ground and pull them up with your hands,” said the farmer. Sami squatted down and pulled at the weeds with all his might. The ground was hard and the work very tiresome. But Sami did not forget how his grandmother had impressed it upon him to do all his work well and willingly. At noon the two weeders took their hoes on their shoulders and Sami had to pull the cart, which was now much heavier than on the way there. The boy had to use all his strength, for Stöffi showed him plainly that he would not take upon himself the larger part of the work. Then when they passed by the field the father indicated to each one the piece he would have to weed that afternoon; for he himself would be obliged to go to the cattle market. They would find a smaller hoe at home for Sami to take with him in the afternoon, for pulling up the weeds was too slow work. After the boys had worked several hours in the afternoon, they sat down in the shade of an old apple-tree to eat their luncheon, and the piece of black bread with pear juice tasted very good after the hot work. “Have you ever seen a bear?” asked Stöffi of Sami. He said he had not. “Then you would be fearfully frightened if you should suddenly see one,” continued Stöffi; “only those who know them are not afraid of them. This evening there is to be one in the village, and, as I am almost through with my piece in the field, you can finish it, so I can go early to see the bear.” Sami agreed. When all four had begun to hoe again, Stöffi soon exclaimed: “Well, you won’t have much more to do now, Sami, but keep your promise, or--” Stöffi doubled up his fist, and Sami understood what that meant. He had hardly gone when Michael said: “See, Sami, there isn’t much left of mine, you can do that too; I am going to see the bear.” Whereupon Michael ran off. “Me, too,” cried Uli, throwing down his hoe. “You can finish that also, Sami.” When the twilight came on and the family put the sour milk and the steaming potatoes on the table, Sami was missing. “I suppose he will keep us waiting,” remarked the farmer’s wife sharply. When all had finished and the milk mugs were empty, the woman cleared them away and placed the few potatoes left over on the kitchen table and growled: “He can eat here, if he wants anything.”