My mother's wish, as well as my own
was that I should, if possible, obtain some situation in the village
where I could still board at home, but, as is usually the case, no one
needed a boy at that time. After spending several days in search of
work, without success, I became disheartened. My mother advised me to
return to my books, and think no more about it; but I was unwilling that
my first attempt toward taking care of myself should prove an entire
failure.
CHAPTER III.
A few miles from the village of Elmwood lived Mr. Judson, a rich farmer,
he might properly be termed rich in this world's goods, for, besides the
broad acres which comprised the two farms in one where he resided, he
was the owner of several houses in the village, which brought him a
handsome annual income. The chief aim of his life appeared to be the
acquisition of money, and, when once it came into his possession, it was
guarded with miserly care. The very countenance and manner of the Farmer
bespoke his nature. Aided by memory, I see him now as I saw him years
ago:--he was of medium height, strong and muscular, but thin in flesh.
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