Make yourself right t' home an' read all th' news."
Frank took the paper and sat down in a big rocking chair on the side
porch, while Mr. Armstrong, with the basket, went down in the cellar. The
boy looked over the sheet, which contained news of the doings in the
village and near-by. There were a few advertisements, of horses and cows
for sale, of auctions about to take place, and one or two legal notices.
As Frank's eyes roved over the columns he caught sight of something that
caused him to utter an exclamation. He eagerly scanned a notice, and had
only read half through it when Mr. Armstrong came up from the cellar.
"There!" exclaimed the farmer. "I reckon you boys ain't goin' t' starve
this week," and he set down the basket, which was quite heavy. "Can you
carry that out t' camp?"
"I guess so," replied Frank, holding the journal in his hand. "By the
way, do you want this paper? I'd like to take it back with me."
"Take it an' welcome. Must be kind of lonesome out there in the woods.
I've got a lot of old papers if you want 'em."
"No, thanks, this one will do," the boy said, folding the sheet and
putting it into his pocket.
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