I-III

On Sunday morning Otto Fuchs was to drive
us over to make the acquaintance of our new
Bohemian neighbors. We were taking them
some provisions, as they had come to live on
a wild place where there was no garden or
chicken-house, and very little broken land.
Fuchs brought up a sack of potatoes and a
piece of cured pork from the cellar, and
grandmother packed some loaves of Satur-
day's bread, a jar of butter, and several
pumpkin pies in the straw of the wagon-box.
We clambered up to the front seat and jolted
off past the little pond and along the road
that climbed to the big cornfield.

I could hardly wait to see what lay beyond
that cornfield; but there was only red grass
like ours, and nothing else, though from the
high wagon-seat one could look off a long way.
The road ran about like a wild thing, avoiding
the deep draws, crossing them where they
were wide and shallow. And all along it, wher-
ever it looped or ran, the sunflowers grew;
some of them were as big as little trees, with

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