CHAPTER V
THE SALE OF A COW
Totally unconscious of what had taken place at the farm after hisdeparture, Nat, in company with his friend, Sam Price, proceeded on hisway to Brookville.
On the journey Nat told his friend of many things that had happened tohim and of his uncle's meanness.
"I don't wonder you want a change," said Sam. "I'd want a changemyself."
At last they came in sight of Brookville, and Nat drove the cow to theyard of Jackson the butcher.
The butcher was a fat, good-natured man of middle age. But he was ashrewd business man and first-class at driving a bargain.
"What do you want, boy?" he asked of Nat.
"Do you want to buy a cow, Mr. Jackson? Sam says you were out lookingfor cows day before yesterday."
"I did want cows then, but I've got nearly all I want now."
"Oh, then I'll go elsewhere," answered Nat.
"Hold on, not so fast. What do you want for your cow?"
"Thirty dollars."
"Phew! you don't want much."
"She's worth it. You can milk her or use her for meat, just as youchoose."
"Whose cow is she?"
"Mine."
"Yours?" And the butcher gazed at Nat curiously.
"Yes. I've owned her ever since she was a little calf."
"And now you are tired of her?"
"Not exactly that, but I want to use the money. Will you buy her?"
"Yes, but not for thirty dollars."
"How much will you give?"
"Twenty dollars."
"I don't care to sell for twenty dollars."
"That's the best I can do."
"Then I'll have to go elsewhere. Come, Jennie," and Nat turned to drivethe cow from the butcher's yard again.
"Hold on!" cried the meat man. "I'll give you twenty-two dollars."
"Make it twenty-five and I'll accept. I can't take less. I ought to getthirty dollars."
There was some more talk, and in the end, the butcher agreed to paytwenty-five dollars and did so. He wanted a receipt, and Nat wrote itout for him.
"So you are Nat Nason," said the butcher. "I used to know your father. Avery nice man."
"He was a nice man."
"Live with your uncle now, don't you?"
"I have been living with him, yes. Good-day, and much obliged," returnedthe boy, and to avoid being questioned further he left the yard at once,followed by Sam.
"You made a good bargain on the cow," said Sam. "I reckon you got everycent she was worth."
"She was a good cow, Sam. I'm rather sorry to part with her. She wasalmost like a friend."
"What are you going to do next?"
"Strike out for the city."
"I wish you luck."
"You won't tell my uncle?"
"Not a word. But, say."
"Well?"
"When you get to the city write and tell me how you like it."
"I will, Sam, and you must tell me the news from home, and how my unclegets along without me."
So it was arranged; and a few minutes later the two lads separated, andSam Price started for home.
Brookville was on a small branch railroad running to Cleveland, and byconsulting a time-table Nat learned that a train for Cleveland wouldleave in ten minutes. He lost no time in purchasing a ticket, and spentthe rest of the time in eating some of the lunch he had brought along.With over twenty-three dollars still in his pocket he felt rich, andbought some peanuts and a cake of sweet chocolate.
When the train came along there were scarcely any passengers aboard, sohe had little difficulty in getting the seat he wanted. He sat down by awindow, with his bundle beside him, and gave himself up to thinking andto looking at the scenery as it whirled past.
Nat had traveled but little on the cars, so the ride to Cleveland wasintensely enjoyable. The different places passed were so interestingthat he soon forgot to think about his prospects, or of what he was todo when he arrived at the city on the lake.
"Next stop is Cleveland!" cried the conductor, standing at the opendoorway. "All change, for trains east and west!"
A moment later the train rolled into the smoky station, and bundle inhand, Nat left the car and stepped onto the platform. From there hewalked to the street, where he gazed in some bewilderment at the crowdsof people and the swiftly moving street cars.
"Paper!" cried a newsboy. "Morning paper?"
"No, I don't want any paper," answered Nat.
"All about the big fire in Chicago, boss. Take a paper?"
"Yes, I'll take one," said Nat, and passed over the necessary change.Off darted the newsboy, to be lost in the crowd on the other side of thestreet. Nat gazed at the paper, to find that a tenement had burned outin Chicago, with the loss of one life.
"That's not such a terrible thing--for a big city like Chicago," hemused, and then noticed that the newspaper was two days old.
"That boy stuck me!" he muttered, and a cloud crossed his face. "Iwonder where he is?"
The boy could not be found, and in a moment Nat concluded it would be awaste of time to look for him.
"He caught me for a greeny, true enough," he thought. "I've got to keepmy eyes open after this."
From one street Nat passed to another, gazing into the shop windows,and wondering what he had best do next. He had at first calculated to goto New York without delay, but now thought it would do no harm to remainin Cleveland a day or two.
"Perhaps I'll never get here again," he reasoned. "And I might as wellsee all there is to see."
Noon found him on one of the main streets. He was now hungry again, andcoming to a modest-looking restaurant, he entered and sat down at a sidetable.
"What will you have?" asked the waiter, coming up to him.
"Give me a regular dinner," said Nat, seeing the sign on the wall:
_Regular Dinner, 11 to 2. 30 cents._
The waiter walked off, and presently returned with some bread andbutter.
"Pea or tomato soup?" he asked.
"What's that?" questioned the boy.
"Pea or tomato soup?"
"I don't want any soup--I want a regular dinner."
At this the waiter smiled, for he saw that Nat was green.
"We serve soup first--if the customer wants it."
"And what do you serve after that?"
"One kind of meat, vegetables, coffee or milk, and pie or pudding."
"Oh! Well bring me the meat and other stuff. I never cared for soupanyway."
"Roast beef or lamb?"
"Roast beef."
The waiter went off, and presently Nat was supplied with all he cared toeat. The food was good, and he took his time, finishing off with a pieceof lemon meringue pie, a dainty of which he was exceedingly fond, butwhich Mrs. Felton had seldom dared to make.
"Thirty cents, but I guess it was worth it," he thought, as he left therestaurant.
Nat had never seen Lake Erie, and toward the middle of the afternoon hewalked down in the direction of the water. The shipping interested himgreatly, and it was dark before he realized that the day was gonewithout anything definite being accomplished.
"Gracious, how time flies when one is in the city!" he thought."To-morrow, I must make up my mind what to do next. If I don't, I'llhave my money spent, and no job, either."
As it grew darker the boy felt the necessity of looking foraccommodations for the night. Seeing a sign on a house, Furnished Roomsby the Day, Week, or Month, he ascended the stoop, and rang the bell. Ayoung Irish girl answered his summons.
"Can I get a bed for to-night?" asked Nat.
"I guess yez can--I'll call Mrs. O'Hara," said the girl.
The landlady soon showed herself, and said she could let Nat have a hallroom for fifty cents. To the boy's notion this seemed rather high.
"I can't take less," said Mrs. O'Hara, firmly.
"Very well; I'll take the room for to-night," answered Nat. "Can I putmy bundle up there now?"
; "To be sure."
Fortunately for Nat, the room proved clean and well-kept, and the bedwas better than the one he had used at the farm. Tired out, the boyslept soundly until seven o'clock, when he lost no time in dressing andgoing below.
"Will you want the room again to-night, Mr. Nason?" asked the landlady.
"I don't think so," answered Nat. It made him feel a foot taller to beaddressed as Mr. Nason. "If I want it, I'll let you know by suppertime."
"Very well."
With his bundle under his arm, Nat left the house, and walked down thestreet toward one of the main thoroughfares of Cleveland. Then hestopped at a restaurant for breakfast.
"Now, I've got to make up my mind what to do," he told himself. "Maybe Ihad better go back to the depot and see about a train and the fare toNew York."
After making several false turns, the boy found his way to the depot,and there hunted up the ticket office, and procured a time-table. He wasjust looking into the time-table when he felt a heavy hand placed on hisshoulder.
"So I've found you, have I?" came harshly from Abner Balberry. "Youyoung rascal, what do you mean by runnin' away?"
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