"Say, father, can't I go over to the farther pasture and salt thecattle?" Harold knows that he could spend half a day fairly pleasantlyin going over to that pasture, looking for bird's nests and shying atblack squirrels on the way, and who knows but he might "see" a suckerin the meadow brook, and perhaps get a "jab" at him with a sharpstick. He knows a hole where there is a whopper; and one of hisplans in life is to go some day and snare him, and bring him home intriumph. It is therefore strongly impressed upon his mind that thecattle want salting. But his father, without turning his head,replies,