people who have seen 
him "turning cart- wheels" along the side of the road have supposed 
that he was amusing himself, and idling his time; he was only trying to 
invent a new mode of locomotion, so that he could economize his legs 
and do his errands with greater dispatch. He practices standing on his 
head, in order to accustom himself to any position. Leapfrog is one of 
his methods of getting over the ground quickly. He would willingly go 
an errand any distance if he could leap-frog it with a few other boys. He 
has a natural genius for combining pleasure with business. This is the 
reason why, when he is sent to the spring for a pitcher of water, and the 
family are waiting at the dinner-table, he is absent so long; for he stops 
to poke the frog that sits on the stone, or, if there is a penstock, to put 
his hand over the spout and squirt the water a little while. He is the one 
who spreads the grass when the men have cut it; he mows it away in 
the barn; he rides the horse to cultivate the corn, up and down the hot, 
weary rows; he picks up the potatoes when they are dug; he drives the
cows night and morning; he brings wood and water and splits kindling; 
he gets up the horse and puts out the horse; whether he is in the house 
or out of it, there is always something for him to do. Just before school 
in winter he shovels paths; in summer he turns the grindstone. He 
knows where there are lots of winter-greens and sweet flag-root, but 
instead of going for them, he is to stay in-doors and pare apples and 
stone raisins and pound something in a mortar. And yet, with his mind 
full of schemes of what he would like to do, and his hands full of 
occupations, he is an idle boy who has nothing to busy himself with but 
school and chores! He would gladly do all the work if somebody else 
would do the chores, he thinks, and yet I doubt if any boy ever 
amounted to anything in the world, or was of much use as a man, who 
did not enjoy the advantages of a liberal education in the way of chores. 
A boy on a farm is nothing without his pets; at least a dog, and 
probably rabbits, chickens, ducks, and guinea-hens. A guinea-hen suits 
a boy. It is entirely useless, and makes a more disagreeable noise than a 
Chinese gong. I once domesticated a young fox which a neighbor had 
caught. It is a mistake to suppose the fox cannot be tamed. Jacko was a 
very clever little animal, and behaved, in all respects, with propriety. 
He kept Sunday as well as any day, and all the ten commandments that 
he could understand. He was a very graceful playfellow, and seemed to 
have an affection for me. He lived in a wood-pile in the dooryard, and 
when I lay down at the entrance to his house and called him, he would 
come out and sit on his tail and lick my face just like a grown person. I 
taught him a great many tricks and all the virtues. That year I had a 
large number of hens, and Jacko went about among them with the most 
perfect indifference, never looking on them to lust after them, as I 
could see, and never touching an egg or a feather. So excellent was his 
reputation that I would have trusted him in the hen-roost in the dark 
without counting the hens. In short, he was domesticated, and I was 
fond of him and very proud of him, exhibiting him to all our visitors as 
an example of what affectionate treatment would do in subduing the 
brute instincts. I preferred him to my dog, whom I had, with much 
patience, taught to go up a long hill alone and surround the cows, and 
drive them home from the remote pasture. He liked the fun of it at first, 
but by and by he seemed to get the notion that it was a "chore," and 
when I whistled for him to go for the cows, he would turn tail and run
the other way, and the more I whistled and threw stones at him, the 
faster he would run. His name was Turk, and I should have sold him if 
he had not been the kind of dog that nobody will buy. I suppose he was 
not a cow-dog, but what they call a sheep-dog. At least, when he got 
big enough, he used to get into the pasture and chase the sheep to death. 
That was the way he got into trouble, and    
    
		
	
	
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