As you hope for mercy, drivers, show it to the animals you drive, remembering that as you measure it shall be measured unto you again.
Carm had no taste for books, but was wild to be a railroad man.
"Just as soon as I am old enough," he said, "I shall be a brakesman;" and Mrs. Wallace encouraged him. Anything, with her, to get them away from home. Her relations with Chet, through the summer, had not been pleasant, so he stayed another two years before returning.
A man in stature and will he came home that time.
Every one outside admired him, and he really seemed a fine man.
His father suggested that he superintend the farm for a year or so, until he decided what he would do.
The Pells had long been gone, and the help outdoors and in was transient.
He finally decided to do it, and went to work. All was well so long as he did not get angry, but he lost his temper on the slightest provocation, and ofttimes without any. Especially was he hard on anything in his power.
One morning I saw him get angry at a cow, because she had wandered into a lot where she did not belong. Grabbing hold of a pitchfork, he gave chase. Round and round the lot the frightened creature ran, too confused to see the narrow gateway, Chet jabbing the fork into her at almost every step. The longer the chase continued the madder he got and the less chance the cow had for escape.