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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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As
I
worked
with
my
axe
and
hammer,
I
heard
a
light
wagon
come
rattling
up
the
road.
Across
the
valley
a
man
had
begun
to
chop
a
tree.
I
could
see
the
axe
steel
flash
brilliantly
in
the
sunshine
before
I
heard
the
sound
of
the
blow.
The
man
in
the
wagon
had
a
round
face
and
a
sharp
blue
eye.
I
thought
he
seemed
a
businesslike
young
man.
"Say,
there,"
he
shouted,
drawing
up
at
my
gate,
"would
you
mind
holding
my
horse
a
minute?
It's
a
cold
morning
and
he's
restless."
"Certainly
not,"
I
said,
and
I
put
down
my
tools
and
held
his
horse.
He
walked
up
to
my
door
with
a
brisk
step
and
a
certain
jaunty
poise
of
the
head.
"He
is
well
contented
with
himself,"
I
said.
"It
is
a
great
blessing
for
any
man
to
be
satisfied
with
what
he
has
got."
I
heard
Harriet
open
the
door--how
every
sound
rang
through
the
still
morning
air!
The
young
man
asked
some
question
and
I
distinctly
heard
Harriet's
answer:
"He's
down
there."
The
young
man
came
back:
his
hat
was
tipped
up,
his
quick
eye
darted
over
my
grounds
as
though
in
a
single
instant
he
had
appraised
everything
and
passed
judgment
upon
the
cash
value
of
the
inhabitants.
He
whistled
a
lively
little
tune.
"Say,"
he
said,
when
he
reached
the
gate,
not
at
all
disconcerted,
"I
thought
you
was
the
hired
man.
Your
name's
Grayson,
ain't
it?
Well,
I
want
to
talk
with
you."
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