May 6th, 1908.
FOUR
May 6th, 1908.
Dan found work! Only a day and a half, but a few hours were better than nothing, and gave us hope.
The sun was setting as a wagon rattled up the road with Dan dangling his feet over the endgate.
“Come on, Ethel,” he cried, “our friend here has offered us a place in his barn and plenty of dry corn cobs for the fire.”
I sprang up and we loaded the wheel into the wagon. Soon the driver entered a lane which ended in a large barnyard, and as Dan began to help with the team, I unloaded the cooking outfit.
The farmer was pulling some grain sacks from a large tub in the wagon bed.
“Here’s plenty of fish,” he said. “Just pitch in and help yourselves.”
Our eyes bulged in astonishment at sight of the silvery heaps that filled the tub.