The Boy Settler; Or, Terry in the New West (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...seems bent on making large contracts," he said. "But I will stay to dinner, with pleasure, and thank you, madam. Let's unpack our noble steeds, Terry." They unpacked the mare and the mule, carried the stuff inside, and put the animals in the corral, while Mrs. Richards bustled getting dinner. It was a lively meal, for Terry had much to recount. His mother agreed that he had done very well--and also that "Mr. Jones" might have been his father. She was sure that she would have known. At any rate, they could still believe that he was alive, and would return to them. This was some comfort. And she did not mind the loss of the eggs; she thought that they had been used to good purpose, and that Terry had been smart, to defend himself so handily. Now, with the fort ready to take whatever they could produce, the ranch work loomed more important than ever. "If Mr. Revere wishes to stay with us," ventured Terry's mother, looking at the school teacher for answer. "Until he finds something better. We can't pay him, but we will share and share alike." "All I ask is a share in your home, Mrs. Richards." And Terry thought that Mr. Revere's eyes filled up. "If you'll let me play second fiddle to Terry I'll milk the cows" "But we haven't any cow, yet," interrupted Terry. "Well, milk the chickens, then; and curry the oxen and" "Oh, shucks " cried Terry. "Weren't you ever on a farm before?" "And climb for potatoes and plow the pumpkins and hay" "Oh, you're joking " accused Terry. "Nobody plows hay " "Well, I mean I'm willing to do anything, possible or not," explained Mr. Revere, " if a home is attached to it. I haven't had a ho...