CHAPTER III
NAT LEAVES THE FARM
Farmer Balberry was mistaken; Nat was not asleep, nor was there anythought of sleep in the boy's mind.
The youth had not even gone to bed. He had been sitting on a chair bythe open window when he had heard his uncle coming upstairs, and todeceive his relative had jumped into bed and pulled the blanket up overhim.
When Nat was thrust up the stairs his mind was in a tumult. He felt thathis uncle was not treating him fairly--and he wanted his supper verymuch.
It is bad enough to have a real grievance of any kind--it is worse whenone must bear it on an empty stomach. As he made his way to his room theboy was in a savage humor and fit to do almost any deed.
"Uncle Abner is getting worse every day!" he muttered to himself. "Hetreats me worse than I would treat a dog!"
Sitting by the open window Nat thought of many things--of the death ofhis parents, and of the taking off of his aunt--and of how his miserlyuncle had treated him ever since.
"It's not fair!" he told himself, over and over again. "Uncle Abnerdoesn't believe in giving a boy a fair show. I wish I lived withsomebody else."
The more he thought over the situation the more he felt that he oughtnot to stand such treatment. He felt that he was entitled to his supper,and also to some spending money if not to regular wages. At the presenttime he had not a cent in the world.
"If I had a few dollars I might strike out for myself," he reasoned."But I haven't even a few cents. Wonder how I could raise a fewdollars?"
As said before Nat's worldly possessions were few. In his room he hadsome trinkets from home and also an old silver watch which had belongedto his father.
"I might sell the watch," he thought, but then decided that it would bebest to keep the heirloom.
Then he thought of Jennie, the white and brown cow. As a calf she hadbeen given to Nat by his mother, and she was now a part of the herd onthe Balberry farm.
"Jennie ought to be worth twenty or twenty-five dollars," he said tohimself. "That's a pile of money, for a start. Wonder how I couldmanage to sell her?"
Thus speculating, Nat gradually drifted around to the point where hedecided that he would leave the farm at once. He had told his uncle thathe wanted his supper or he would not work for the man any more, and hemeant to keep his word.
By the time all was quiet around the house and he was certain both thehousekeeper and his uncle had retired, Nat had settled just what he wasgoing to do.
Making no noise, he slipped off his working clothes and put on his bestsuit--something just a trifle better than the others. He also donned aclean shirt and collar and necktie and got out his best hat and shoes.Then, with his other possessions wrapped in a small bundle, and with hisshoes under his arm, he tiptoed his way out of the bedchamber, along thehall, and down to the lower floor of the farmhouse.
Nat knew exactly where Mrs. Felton kept the things to eat, so it was notnecessary for him to light a lamp. The use of a match revealed as muchas he wanted to know, and in a short time he was devouring what was leftof the fish and also some bread and butter and a generous quarter of acherry pie, which the housekeeper had insisted upon baking the daybefore, somewhat against Abner Balberry's will, for the farmer wouldrather have sold the cherries at the store.
His meal finished, Nat hesitated for a moment, and then got out an oldnewspaper. Into this he wrapped half a dozen slices of bread and butter,along with a bit of cheese and two rather stale doughnuts.
"They'll come in handy for breakfast, along with an apple or two," wasthe way he reasoned. "Especially if I don't happen to sell the cow."
The boy's next move was to leave the house, which he did after tying hisclothes and the lunch into one bundle, which he slung on a stick overhis shoulder. Once outside, he put on his shoes and then made his wayfrom the house to the barnyard, and then along the lane leading to thepasture.
The late moon was showing over the hills and the heavens were brightwith stars, so it was by no means dark. As he entered the lane Natlooked back, to see if his departure from the house had been discovered.
A sight met his gaze which caused his heart to jump. A man was crossingthe dooryard and coming toward the barn!
"It must be Uncle Abner!" he thought. "Perhaps he heard me leave afterall!"
He looked back again, but could not see the man now, and then brokeinto a run. Soon a row of trees in the orchard hid both the barn and thehouse from view. He continued to run, however, and did not slacken hispace until he reached the pasture where the cows were at rest.
Jennie did not relish having her rest disturbed and had to be proddedseveral times before she would arise and move in the direction hedesired. Some of the other cows wished to follow, but he drove themback.
"I only want my own," he murmured half aloud. "I don't want a thing thatbelongs to Uncle Abner."
Nat had expected to take to the highway which ran directly beside thehouse. But he was afraid that his uncle was watching for him from thebarn, and so he drove Jennie along a back road, leading to anotherhighway which was but little traveled and which had along it only ahandful of farmhouses.
"He shan't catch me if I can help it," the boy told himself. "Now I'veleft I'm going to stay away."
Nat was still very much agitated in his mind, so no thought of sleepcame to him as he trudged along, mile after mile, driving the tired cowbefore him. He met not a soul; and thus he progressed until threeo'clock in the morning.
Boy and cow had now been on the road six hours and Jennie refused to gofurther. Seeing this, he turned into a small patch of woods and theretied the creature to a tree. Then, finding a sheltered nook, he threwhimself down to rest and was soon fast asleep.
"Hullo, there, what are you doing here?"
Such was the demand which aroused Nat several hours later, and he sprangup to find himself confronted by a farmer boy of about his own age.
"Hullo, Sam," he answered. "I--I was driving the cow to market and I gotso tired I thought I'd take a nap."
"Going to sell the cow?" asked Sam Price.
"Yes, if I can."
"Where?"
"Over to Brookville, if anybody will buy her."
"Jackson the butcher was after cows only day before yesterday."
"Then maybe I'll go and see him."
"You must have got an early start," went on Sam Price.
"I did. But I must hurry along," continued Nat, not caring to answer toomany questions. "I slept too long."
"You'd better hurry. Your uncle ain't the one to let you play, is he?"
"You're right, Sam."
"What does he want you to get for the cow?"
"It isn't his cow. She belongs to me. I had her from the time she was alittle calf, and I've a right to sell her."
"Oh, yes, I remember now. Well, I hope you get a good price for her."
"I'll get as much as I can."
"Want me to go along?"
"You can go along if you wish."
"All right, I haven't anything else to do for a while."
"But I want to tell you one thing, Sam. Can you keep a secret?"
"Can I? Try me and see."
"You won't tell a soul?"
"I'll give you my word. But what's up?"
"I'm not coming back."
"What!"
"It's a fact."
"Do you mean that you are going to run away?"
"That's the plain English of it, Sam. I'm tired of living with my uncle.He doesn't treat me fairly."
"I believe that. My father thinks he is the meanest man in the State ofOhio."
"Well, I don't know about that, but he is pretty mean, I can tell youthat. I'm not going to stand it any longer."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet. Most likely to one of the big cities. Somehow, Ithink I could do better in a city than on a farm."
"Do you? Now I think a country boy has no show in a big city. He don'tknow the ways, and he is sure to get cheated out of h
is eyes--so myfather says."
"They won't cheat me," said Nat, decidedly.
"Father says every big city is full of sharpers, on the watch forgreenies."
"Well, they shan't catch me for a greeny," answered Nat.
Alas for poor Nat! Little did he dream of what was in store for him, andof the little trap into which he was to fall as soon as he arrived inNew York City.
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