After that he began hauling stone and cement for his basement floor and foundation walls.

Occasionally he helped at hewing logs when the old man paused to rest.

That afternoon the first robin of the season hailed him in passing.
"Hello!" cried the Harvester.

"You don't mean to tell me that you have beaten the larks! You really have! Well since I see it, I must believe, but you are early.

Come around to the back door if crumbs or wheat will do or if you can make out on suet and meat bones! We are good and ready for you.