If I am not greatly mistaken, it is my Uncle Henry and he appears like a perfect fiend.

Oh David, I am afraid!" "Be quiet and don't look," said the Harvester.
He turned and tossed a piece of bark on the fire.

Then he reached for the poker, pushed it down and stirred the coals.

He arose as he worked.
"Rise slowly and quietly and go to your room.

Stay there until I call you." With the Girl out of the way, the Harvester pottered over the fire, and when the flame leaped he lifted a stick of wood, hesitated as if it were too small, and laying it down, started to bring a larger one.