"When I am settled I will send for it," he said.
"Now I shouldn't know what to do with it."
There were cordial good-bys, and Carl
started once more on the tramp. He might,
indeed, have traveled by rail, for he had ten
dollars and thirty-seven cents; but it occurred
to him that in walking he might meet with
some one who would give him employment.
Besides, he was not in a hurry to get on, nor had
he any definite destination. The day was fine,
there was a light breeze, and he experienced
a hopeful exhilaration as he walked lightly on,
with the world before him, and any number
of possibilities in the way of fortunate
adventures that might befall him.
He had walked five miles, when, to the left,
he saw an elderly man hard at work in a hay
field. He was leaning on his rake, and look-
ing perplexed and troubled. Carl paused to
rest, and as he looked over the rail fence,
attracted the attention of the farmer.
"I say, young feller, where are you goin'?" he asked.
"I don't know--exactly."
"You don't know where you are goin'?"
repeated the farmer, in surprise.
Carl laughed. "I am going out in the world
to seek my fortune," he said.
"You be? Would you like a job?" asked the farmer, eagerly.
"What sort of a job?"
"I'd like to have you help me hayin'. My
hired man is sick, and he's left me in a hole.
It's goin' to rain, and----"
"Going to rain?" repeated Carl, in surprise,
as he looked up at the nearly cloudless sky.
"Yes. It don't look like it, I know, but
old Job Hagar say it'll rain before night, and
what he don't know about the weather ain't
worth knowin'.
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