"Now, Stephen Holgrave," asked the baron, "what have you to say to this?"The men scurried in all directions obeying his orders. Soon terrified horses were being led blindfold into the home meadow; the cows and bullocks, less imaginative, followed more quietly. Meantime buckets were passed up from the pond to the stacks that were not alight; but before this work was begun Reuben went up to the furthest stack and thrust his hand into itthen he put in his head and sniffed. Then he called Realf.
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"Well, why shouldn't he see my legs? They're unaccountable nice ones.""You must behave yourself," said Reuben, in the tones he would have used to a child"you mustn't go vrothering people to give you sweeties."The January twilight deepened, and soon Reuben's blue shirt was all that was clear in the hollow. The bites of the axe cracked out on the still airand suddenly with a soft swish of boughs the tree fell.