CHAPTER V. BOYHOOD DAYS.
We had now lived on the new place one year, and as I was one year older and as my father was more from home, I had much more and somewhat harder work to do than the previous year. I had this year to learn to do all the important work on the farm, such as plow, harrow, mow grass, and reap grain, — all hard work. There were no mowing or reaping machines at that time; all grass and grain had to be cut v/ith the scythe or sickle. All this I had to learn and do something at. My father was doing more at his trade this year than the previous year, and this not only put more work on me, but more responsibility. I had a sUght offset against this, however, as I occasionally had to take my father's chest of tools to where he was going to work. This I enjoyed very much, as I got to see the country, and besides it gave me an opportunity to see the different miUs, — flour nulls, cotton and woolen miUs, for all of which my father did work. This was a rare treat for me, deepening and broadening the foundation for the love of machinery that I already possessed, and gave me the oppor¬ tunity of seeing and becoming famiUar with the various operations and the ingenious and delicate machinery that was used in the different processes of manufacture.
The spinning and weaving of cotton goods was the kind of manufacture which I had the best opportunity to see, as there were two miUs but little over a mile from where we Uved, and my father did aU the difficult repairs for both of them. This necessitated my making frequent visits