CHAPTER V.
SAM COMBINES BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE.
"You came down after that pie," she said, turning upon Sam..
"What pie?" asked Sam, looking guilty, however.
"Don't ask me. You know well enough. You couldn't find it in the dark,and that's the way you came to make such a noise. Ten of my niceplates broken, too! What do you say to that, Deacon Hopkins?"
"Samuel," said the deacon, "did you do this wicked thing?"
A moment's reflection convinced Sam that it would be idle to deny itlonger. The proofs of his guilt were too strong. He might have pleadin his defence "emotional insanity," but he was not familiar with thecourse of justice in New York. He was, however, fertile in expedients,and thought of the next best thing.
"Mebbe I walked in my sleep," he admitted.
"Did you ever walk in your sleep?" asked the deacon, hastily.
"Lots of times," said Sam.
"It is rather strange you should go to the closet in your sleep," saidMrs. Hopkins, suspiciously. "I suppose, if you'd found it, you'd haveeaten it in your sleep."
"Likely I should," said Sam. "I was dreamin' of the pie. You know howto make pie, Mrs. Hopkins; I never tasted so good before."
Mrs. Hopkins was not a soft woman, but she was proud of her cooking,and accessible to flattery on that subject. Sam could not havedefended himself better.
"That may be," she said, "about your walking in your sleep; but onceis enough. Hereafter I'll lock your door on the outside. I can't bewaked up every night, nor I can't have my plates broken."
"S'pose the house should catch fire," suggested Sam, who didn't fancybeing locked up in his room.
"If it does, I'll come and let you out. The house is safer when you'resafe in bed."
"My wife is right, Samuel," said the deacon, recovering his dignitynow that his fears were removed. "You must be locked in afterto-night."
Sam did not reply. On the whole, he felt glad to get off so well,after alarming the house so seriously.
"Do you mean to stay downstairs all night, Deacon Hopkins?" demandedhis wife, with uncalled-for asperity. "If so, I shall leave you toyourself."
"I'm ready to go up when you are," said her husband. "I thought youmightn't feel like stayin' down here alone."
"Much protection you'd be in time of danger, Mr. Hopkins,--you thatlocked the door on your wife, because you was afraid!"
"I wasn't thinkin'," stammered the deacon.
"Probably not," said his wife, in an incredulous tone. "Now go up.It's high time we were all in bed again."
Sam was not called at as early an hour as the deacon intended. Theworthy man, in consequence of his slumbers being interrupted,overslept himself, and it was seven o'clock when he called Sam.
"Get up, Samuel," he said; "it's dreadful late, and you must be spry,or you won't catch up with the work."
Work, however, was not prominent in Sam's mind, as his answer showed.
"Is breakfast ready?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"It's most ready. Get right up, for it's time to go to work."
"I 'spose we'll have breakfast first," said Sam.
"If it's ready."
Under these circumstances, Sam did not hurry. He did not care to workbefore breakfast, nor, for that matter, afterwards, if he could helpit. So he made a leisurely, though not an elaborate toilet, and didnot come down till Mrs. Hopkins called sharply up the attic stairs,"Come down, you Sam!"
"All right, ma'am, I'm comin'," said Sam, who judged rightly thatbreakfast was ready.
"We shan't often let you sleep so late," said Mrs. Hopkins, who satbehind the waiter. "We were broken of our rest through your cutting uplast night, and so we overslept ourselves."
"It's pretty early," said Sam.
"We'd ought to have been at work in the field an hour ago," said thedeacon.
At the table Sam found work that suited him better.
"You've got a good appetite," said Mrs. Hopkins, as Sam took theseventh slice of bread.
"I most generally have," said Sam, with his mouth full.
"That's encouraging, I'm sure," said Mrs. Hopkins, drily.
There was no pie on the table, as Sam noticed, to his regret. However,he was pretty full when he rose from the table.
"Now, Samuel, you may come along with me," said the deacon, putting onhis hat.
Sam followed him out to the barn, where, in one corner, were kept thehoes, rakes, and other farming implements in use.
"Here's a hoe for you," said the deacon.
"What are we going to do?" asked Sam.
"The potatoes need hoeing. Did you ever hoe potatoes?"
"No."
"You'll l'arn. It aint hard."
The field was some, little distance from the house,--a two-acre lotwholly devoted to potatoes.
"I guess we'll begin at the further corner," said the deacon. "Comealong."
When they had reached the part of the field specified, the deaconstopped.
"Now," said he, "just see how I do it;" and he carefully hoed aroundone of the hills.
"There, you see it's easy."
"I guess I can do it. Are you goin to stay here?"
"No, I've got to go to the village, to the blacksmith's. I'll be backin about two hours. Jest hoe right along that row, and then come backagain on the next. Do you understand?"
"Yes," said Sam.
"I want you to work as spry as you can, so's to make up for losttime."
"What time do you have dinner?" asked our hero.
"You aint hungry so quick, be you?"
"No, but I shall be bimeby. I thought I'd like to know when to quitwork, and go to dinner."
"I'll be back before that. You needn't worry about that."
The deacon turned, and directed his steps homeward.
As long as he was in sight Sam worked with tolerable speed. But whenthe tall and stooping figure had disappeared from view he rested, andlooked around him.
"It'll be a sight of work to hoe all them potatoes," he said tohimself. "I wonder if the old man expects me to do the whole. It'll bea tough job."
Sam leisurely hoed another hill.
"It's gettin' hot," he said. "Why don't they have trees to give shade?Then it would be more comfortable."
He hoed another hill, taking a little longer time.
"I guess there must be a million hills," he reflected, looking aroundhim thoughtfully. "It'll take me from now till next winter to hoe 'emall."
At the rate Sam was working, his calculation of the time it would takehim was not far out probably.
He finished another hill.
Just then a cat, out on a morning walk, chanced to pass through thefield a few rods away. Now Sam could never see a cat without wantingto chase it,--a fact which would have led the cat, had she been awareof it, to give him a wide berth. But, unluckily, Sam saw her.
"Scat!" he exclaimed, and, grasping his hoe, he ran after puss.
The cat took alarm, and, climbing the wall which separated thepotato-field from the next, sped over it in terror. Sam followed withwhoops and yells, which served to accelerate her speed. Occasionallyhe picked up a stone, and threw at her, and once he threw the hoe inthe excitement of his chase. But four legs proved more than a matchfor two, and finally he was obliged to give it up, but not till he hadrun more than quarter of a mile. He sat down to rest on a rock, andsoon another boy came up, with a fishing-pole over his shoulder.
"What are you doing, Sam?" he asked.
"I've been chasin' a cat," said Sam.
"Didn't catch her, did you?"
"No, hang it."
"Where'd you get that hoe?"
"I'm to work for Deacon Hopkins. He's took me. Where are you goin?"
"A-fishing."
"I wish I could go."
"So do I. I'd like company."
"Where are you goin to fish?"
"In a brook close by, down at the bottom of this field."
"I'll go and look on a minute or two. I guess th
ere isn't any hurryabout them potatoes."
The minute or two lengthened to an hour and a half, when Sam rousedhimself from his idle mood, and shouldering his hoe started for thefield where he had been set to work.
It was full time. The deacon was there before him, surveying withangry look the half-dozen hills, which were all that his youngassistant had thus far hoed.
"Now there'll be a fuss," thought Sam, and he was not far out in thatcalculation.