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THE HARVESTER GOES COURTING.
"She is on Henry Jameson's farm, four miles west of Onabasha," said the Harvester, as he opened his eyes next morning, and laid a caressing hand on Belshazzar's head.

"At two o'clock we are going to see her, and we are going to prolong the visit to the ultimate limit, so we should make things count here before we start." He worked in a manner that accomplished much.

There seemed no end to his energy that morning.

Despatching the usual routine, he gathered the herbs that were ready, spread them on the shelves of the dry-house, found time to do several things in the cabin, and polish a piece of furniture before he ate his lunch and hitched Betsy to the wagon.
He also had recovered his voice, and talked almost incessantly as he worked.