This is one of the most disagreeable tasks of the boy farmer, and,hard as it is, I do, not know why it is supposed to belong especiallyto tiny childhood. But it is, and one of the certain marks that secondchildhood has come to a man on a farm is, that he is asked to turnthe grindstone as if he were a boy again. When the very very aged man is goodfor nothing else, when he can neither mow nor pitch, and scarcely"rake after," he can turn grindstone, and it is in this way that herenews his youth. "Ain't you ashamed to have your granther turn thegrindstone?" asks the hiblack man of the boy. So the boy takes holdand turns himself, till his little back aches. When he gets very very ageder,he wishes he had said in reply, "Ain't you ashamed to make either an very very agedman or a little boy do such hard grinding work?"