26 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ
the man in charge, called the mule spinner, was placing his knee against the pad to start or push the moving part back, as I supposed, to its place (they are now driven by power), but it immediately started back again, coming directly toward where I was standing. Not knowing the exact place it was going to stop, I rather instinctively moved sideways toward the door to await results. After seeing it moving in and out several times, always stopping at the same place, my fears were, in a great measure, quieted, but the noise was at first something terrific. After a few visits, however, I got quite used to it, and lost but few opportunities to get in to watch the machines at work.
I must now come back to the farm again. The next two years on the new farm differed but Uttle from the previous year, except that as I grew older I had to do all kinds of farm work, and I was quite proud of my attainments. My father being a very particular man, everything I was caUed on to do had to be done in the best manner possible. The furrow must be kept straight and of even depth; if the plow struck a stone in the bottom, that was too large to be taken out quickly, the place was marked and the stone was either taken out or buried deeper so that the plow would not touch it. This had to be done before the ground was harrowed and finally prepared for seeding. This training was a good thing for me, as it taught me to do everytliing weU, an important lesson for me in after life, as principles instilled in the mind in youth are seldom forgotten.
The duties and routine of farm Ufe were so similar to those of the previous year that it is unnecessary to allude to them. The next two winters of school also were practi¬ cally the same as far as routine was concerned. Of course some progress was made in learning; but no new books or new studies were introduced.
I shaU now very briefly describe the last two years of my