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could get printed in the book a few
of my remarks on the history of the township, and my
two-hundred-and-seventy-five-dollar picture. Others would write about
something else, and get their pictures in. In that way this smooth

scoundrel would make thousands of dollars out of people's vanity--and
he expected me to be one of them! If I can put him in jail I'll do it--or I
would if it were not for posting myself as a fool.
"Look here," I said, after he had told me what a splendid thing it would
be to have my picture in the book so future generations could see what
a big man I was. "Do you want what I know about the history of
Vandemark Township in your book, or are you just out after my
money?"
"Well," he said, "if, after you've written twenty or thirty pages, and
haven't got any nearer Vandemark Township than a canal-boat,
somewhere east of Syracuse, New York, in 1850, I'll need some money
if I print the whole story--judging of its length by that. Of course, the
publication of the book must be financed."
"There's the door!" I said, and pointed to it.
He went out like a shot, and Gertrude, who was on the front porch,
came flying in to see what he was running from. I was just opening the
stove door. In fact I had put some scraps of paper in; but there was no
fire.
"Why, grandpa," she cried, "what's the matter? What's this manuscript
you're destroying? Tell me about it!"
"Give it to me!" I shouted; but she sat down with it and began reading.
I rushed out, and was gone an hour. When I came back, she had pasted
the pages together, and was still reading them. She came to me and put
her arms about my neck and kissed me; and finally coaxed me into
telling her all about the disgraceful affair.
Well, the result of it all was that she has convinced me of the fact that I
had better go on with the history. She says that these county-history
promoters are all slippery people, but that if I can finish the history as I
have begun, it may be well worth while.
"There are publishers," she said, "who do actually print such things.

Maybe a real publisher will want this. I know a publisher who may be
glad to get it. And, anyhow, it is a shame for all your experiences to be
lost to the world. It's very interesting as far as you've got. Go on with it;
and if no publisher wants to print it now, we'll give the manuscript to
the Public Library in Monterey Centre, and maybe, long after both of
us are dead and gone, some historian will find it and have it printed.
Some time it will be found precious. Write it, grandpa, for my sake!
We can make a wonderful story of it."
"We?" I said.
"You, I mean, of course," she replied; "but, if you really want me to do
it, I will type it for you, and maybe do a little editing. Maybe you'll let
me do a little footnote once in a while, so my name will go into it with
yours. I'd be awfully proud, grandpa."
"It'll take a lot of time," I said.
"And you can spare the time as well as not," she answered.
"You all think because I don't go into the field with a team any more," I
objected, "that I don't amount to anything on the farm; but I tell you
that what I do in the way of chores and planning, practically amounts to
a man's work."
"Of course it does," she admitted, though between you and me it wasn't
so. "But any man can do the chores, and the planning you can do
still--and nobody can write the History of Vandemark Township but
Jacobus Teunis Vandemark. You owe it to the West, and to the world."
So, here I begin the second time. I have been bothered up to now by
feeling that I have not been making much progress; but now there will
be no need for me to skip anything. I begin, just as that canvassing
rascal said, a long way from Vandemark Township, and many years
ago in point of time; but I am afloat with my prow toward the setting
sun on that wonderful ribbon of water which led to the West. I was
caught in the current. Nobody could live along the Erie Canal in those
days without feeling the suck of the forests, and catching a breath now

and then of the prairie winds. So all this really belongs in the history.
J.T. VANDEMARK.

VANDEMARK'S FOLLY
CHAPTER I
A FLAT DUTCH TURNIP BEGINS ITS CAREER