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"Why," said Rufus a little impatiently, "don't you know that when papa bought the property he couldn't pay off the whole price right down, and so he was obliged to leave the rest owing, and give security."

What security?"

"Why, a mortgage on the farm, as I told you." "What do you mean by a mortgage?"

"Why he gave a right over the farm-a right to sell the farm at a certain time, if the debt was not paid and the interest upon it."

"What is the debt?"

"Several thousands, I believe."

"And how much does he have to pay upon that every year?" "I don't know exactly-one or two, two or three hundred dollars; and that keeps us down, you see, till the mortgage is paid off."

"I didn't know that."

They sat silent a little time. Then Winthrop said,

"You and I must pay that money off, Will."

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Ay but still there's a question which is the best way to do it," said Rufus.

"The best way, I've a notion," said Winthrop looking round at his cattle," is not to take too long noon-spells in the after

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Stop a bit. Sit down!-I want to speak to you. Do you want to spend all your life following the oxen?"

Winthrop stopped certainly, but he waited in silence.

"I don't!"

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"Matter?"-said the other, while his fine features shewed the changing lights and shadows of a summer day," why Winthrop, that I am not willing to stay here and be a ploughman all my life, when I might be something better!"

The other's heart beat. But after an instant he answered calmly,

"How can you be anything better, Will?"

"Do you think all the world lies under the shadow of Wut-a

qut-o?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think all the world is like this little world which those hills shut in?"

"No," said Winthrop, his eye going over to the blue depths and golden ridge-tops, which it did not see; "--but

"Where does that river lead to ?"

"It leads to Mannahatta. What of that?"

"There is a world there, Winthrop,-another sort of world,where people know something; where other things are to be done than running plough furrows; where men may distinguish themselves!-where men may read and write; and do something great; and grow to be something besides what nature made them! -I want to be in that world."

They both paused.

"But what will you do, Rufus, to get into that world?-we are shut in here."

"I am not shut in!" said the elder brother; and brow and lip and nostril said it over again;-"I will live for something greater than this!”

There was a deep-drawn breath from the boy at his side. "So would I, if I could. But what can we do?"

How difficult it was to do anything, both felt. But after a deliberate pause of some seconds, Rufus answered,

"There is only one thing to do.-I shall go to College."
"To College !-Will? "`

The changes in the face of the younger boy were sudden and startling. One moment the coronation of hope; the next moment despair had thrown the coronet off; one more, and the hand of determination,-like Napoleon's, had placed it firmly on his brow, and it was never shaken again. But he said nothing; and both waited a little, till thoughts could find words.

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Rufus,-do papa and mamma know about this?"

"Not yet."

"What will they think of it?"

I don't know they must think of it as I do. My mind is made up. I can't stay here.'

"But some preparation is necessary, Rufus, ain't it?-we must know more than we do before we can go to College, mustn't we? How will you get that?"

"I don't know, I will get it. Preparation!—yes!"

"Father will want us both at home this summer."

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"Yes-this summer-I suppose we must. We must do some-
-we must talk to them at home about it,-gradually."
"If we had books, we could do a great deal at home."
"Yes, if,-

-But we haven't. And we must have more time. We couldn't do it at home."

Papa wants us this summer. And I don't see how he can spare us at all, Rufus."

“I am sure he will let us go," said the other steadily, though with a touch of trouble in his face.

"We are just beginning to help him."

We e can help him much better the other way," said Rufus quickly. "Farming is the most miserable slow way of making money that ever was contrived.”

"How do you propose to make money?" inquired his brother coolly.

"I don't know! I am not thinking of making money at present ! "

"It takes a good deal to go to College, don't it?" "Yes."

And again there was a little silence. And the eyes of both were fixed on the river and the opposite hills, while they saw only that distant world and the vague barrier between.

"But I intend to go, Winthrop," said his brother looking at

him, with fire enough in his face to burn up obstacles.

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Yes, you will go," the younger said calmly. The cool grey eye did not speak the internal, "So will I!"-which stamped itself upon his heart. They got up from the plough beam.

"I'll try for't," was Rufus's conclusion, as he shook himself. "You'll get it," said Winthrop.

There was much love as well as ambition in the delighted look with which his brother rewarded him. They parted to their work. They ploughed the rest of their field-what did they turn over besides the soil?

They wended their slow way back with the oxen when the evening fell; but the yoke was off their own necks. The lingering western light coloured another world than the morning had shined upon. No longer bondsmen of the soil, they trode it like masters. They untackled their oxen and let them out, with the spirit of men whose future work was to be in a larger field. Only Hope's little hand had lifted the weight from their heads. And Hope's only resting point was determination.

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"THE ploughing's all done; thank fortune!" exclaimed Rufus as he came into the kitchen.

"Well, don't leave your hat there in the middle of the floor," said his mother.

"Yes, it just missed knocking the tea-cups and saucers off the table," said little Asahel.

"It hasn't missed knocking you off your balance," said his brother tartly. "Do you know where your own hat is?"

"It hain't knocked me off anything!" said Asahel. didn't touch me!"

"Do you know where your own hat is?"

"No."

"What does it matter Will?" said his mother.

"It

"It's hanging out of doors, on the handle of the grindstone." "It ain't!"

"Yes it is;-on the grindstone."

"No it isn't," said Winthrop coming in, "for I've got it here. There see to it Asahel. Mamma, papa's come. We've done ploughing."

And down went his hat, but not on the floor.

"Look at Winifred, Governor-she has been calling for you all day."

The boy turned to a flaxen-haired, rosy-cheeked, little tod

dling thing of three or four years old, at his feet, and took her up, to the perfect satisfaction of both parties. Her head nestled in his neck and her little hand patted his cheek with great approval and contentment.

"Mamma," said Asahel, "what makes you call Winthrop Governor?-he isn't a governor."

"Ask your father. And run and tell him tea's just ready."

The father came in; and the tea was made, and the whole party sat down to table. A homely, but a very cheerful and happy board. The supper was had in the kitchen; the little remains of the fire that had boiled the kettle were not amiss after the damps of evening fell; and the room itself, with its big fireplace, high dark-painted wainscoting, and even the clean board floor, was not the least agreeable in the house. And the faces and figures that surrounded the table were manly, comely, and intelligent, in a high degree.

"Well,--I've got through with that wheat field," said Mr. Landholm, as he disposed of a chicken bone.

"Have you got through sowing?" said his wife.

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Sowing!-no-Winthrop, I guess you must go into the garden to-morrow-I can't attend to anything else till I get my grain in."

"Won't you plant some sweet corn this year, Mr. Landholm? -it's a great deal better for cooking."

"Well, I dont know-I guess the field corn's sweet enough. I haven't much time to attend to sugar things. What I look for is substantials."

"Aren't sweet things substantial, sir?" said Winthrop.

"Well-yes,—in a sort they are," said his father laughing, and looking at the little fat creature who was still in her brother's arms and giving him the charge of her supper as well as his own. "I know some sweet things I shouldn't like to do without."

Talking of substantials," said Mrs. Landholm, "there's wood wanting to be got. I am almost out. I had hardly enough to cook supper."

"Don't want much fire in this weather," said the father. "However we can't get along very well without supper.-Rufus, I guess you'll have to go up into the woods to-morrow with the ox-sled-you and Sam Doolittle-back of the pine woodyou'll find enough dead trees there, I guess."

"I think," said Rufus, "that if you think of it, what are called substantial things are the least substantial of any-they are only the scaffolding of the other."

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