He propped the book before him, and propped his eyelids with his fingers, and fell asleep with his eyes wide open.

Then he surrendered, and, scarcely conscious of what he did, got off his clothes and into bed.

He slept seven hours of heavy, animal-like sleep, and awoke by the alarm, feeling that he had not had enough.
"Doin' much readin' ?" Joe asked.
Martin shook his head.
"Never mind.

We got to run the mangle to-night, but Thursday we'll knock off at six.

That'll give you a chance." Martin washed woollens that day, by hand, in a large barrel, with strong soft-soap, by means of a hub from a wagon wheel, mounted on a plunger- pole that was attached to a spring-pole overhead.
"My invention," Joe said proudly.