On a hollow tree in the woods a yellow hammer proved why he was named, because he carpentered industriously to enlarge the entrance to the home he was excavating in a dead tree; and sailing over the lake and above the woods in grace scarcely surpassed by any, a lonesome turkey buzzard awaited his mate's decision as to which hollow log was most suitable for their home.
The Harvester stuffed the grass roots in the bag until it would hold no more and stood erect to wipe his face, for the sun was growing warm.

As he drew his handkerchief across his brow, the south wind struck him with enough intensity to attract attention.

Instantly the Harvester removed his hat, rolled it up, and put it into his pocket.

He stood an instant delighting in the wind and then spoke.
"Allow me to express my most fervent thanks for your kindness," he said.
"I thought probably you would take that message, since it couldn't mean much to you, and it meant all the world to me.

I thought you would carry it, but, I confess, I scarcely expected the answer so soon.