_That_ keeps a fellow up ... it's because I'm
old, not young, like you," he contested stubbornly.
* * * * *
These men that I worked with were unimaginably ignorant. One night we
held a heated argument as to whether the stars were other worlds and
suns, or merely lights set in the sky to light the world of men by ...
which latter, the old man maintained, was the truth, solemnly asserting
that the Bible said so, and that all other belief was infidelity and
blasphemy. So it was that, each evening, despite the herculean labour of
the day, we drew together and debated on every imaginable subject....
* * * * *
On the third day of my employment by him, Bonton put me at the mouth of
the separator, where the canvas ran rapidly in, carrying the bundles
down into the maw of the machine. My job was feeding the bundles to it
... up in the air in the back the threshed straw was kicked high, and
the chaff whirled in dusty clouds ... from a spout in the side of the
separator the threshed grain poured in an unending stream....
* * * * *
It was difficult to keep the horses from the straw stacks that the daily
threshing built up.
Also Bonton speeded so terrifically that much of the grain was shot out
into the straw....
One night three of the horses made their way to the straw and ate and
gorged .
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