The story of the harvest
...s about don trines walks got started. the folks couldnt figure out why or what he got out of taking off by himeself every after noone. when he would leasve and somebody would spy on him somehow or other he would catch then take a little walk, turn around and head right back to his chicken coop. the fact of the matter is that everybody began to say he was hiding the money he had earned that year or that he had found some buried treasure and everyday little by little he was rbinging it back to his coop. then they began to say that when he was young he had run around witha gang in mexico and that he always carried around a lot of money with him they said too that even if it was real hot, he carried a belt full of money beneath his undershirt. practically all the speculation centered on the idea that he had money. " Let's see, whos he got to take care of? hes an old bachelore. he aint never married or had a family. so with him working so many years... dont you think hes bound to have money? and then, whats that man spend his money on? the only think he buys his bit of every saturday. once in a while a beer . but thats all." " yeah, hes gotta have a pile of money, for sure. but u think hes goin to bury it around here?" " Who said hes burying anything? look he always goes for his food on saturday. lets check close where he goes this week, and on saturday, when hes on his errand well see what hes hiding . whadda you say?" " Good'nuff. lets hope he doesnt catc h on to us." " yeah, hes gotta have a pile of money, for sure. but u think hes goin to bury it around here?" that week the yougester closely watched don trines walks. they notices that he would dsisappear into the grove, then come out on the north side, cross the road then cross the field until he got to the irrigation ditch. there he dropped from sight for a while, then he reappeared in the west field. it was there where he would disappear and linger the most. they noticed also that so as to throw pple off his track, he would take a differenct route, but he always spent more time around the ditch that crossed the west field. they decided to investigate the ditch and that field the following staurday. when that day arrived the boys were filled with anticipation. the truck had scarcely left and they were on their way to the west field. the truck had not yet disappeared and they had already crossed the grove. what they found they almost expected. theere was nothing in he ditch but the field that had been harrowed after pulling the potatoes they found a number of holes. " You notice all the holes here? the harrow didnt make these. look heres some ft prints , and notice that the holes are at least a foot deep u can stick ur arm in them up to ur elbow. no animal makes these kind of holes. whadda you trhink"" Well its bound to be don trine. bu whats he hiding? whys he makin so many holes? you think the landowner knows that hes up to?" " Naw, man. why look you cant see them from the rd.. you gotta come in a ways to notice there here. whats he makin them for ? whats he usin them for? and look there all about the same width/ whadda you think?" " well you got me. mabe well no if we hid in a ditch n c what he does when he comes here." " Look, heres a coffee can. i be u this is what he digs with." " i think ur right." the boys had to wait until late the following monday to discover the reason for the holes. but the word had spread around so that everybody already knew that don trine had a bunch of holes in that f...