I spied out the men in the fields and did not fail, also, to see what I could of the commissary department of each farmstead as I passed.

I walked for miles looking thus for a favourable opening--and with a sensation of embarrassment at once disagreeable and pleasurable.

As the afternoon began to deepen I saw that I must absolutely do something: a whole day tramping in the open air without a bite to eat is an irresistible argument.
Presently I saw from the road a farmer and his son planting potatoes in a sloping field.

There was no house at all in view.

At the bars stood a light wagon half filled with bags of seed potatoes, and the horse which had drawn it stood quietly, not far off, tied to the fence.