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My own toys and it was great sport. I made a wagon out of the wheels from gang plows and from stray pieces of oak. It would now be regarded as heavy, but it developed the strength of a growing lad to pull it. And then there were the wild animals and birds to occupy the mind of a lad. One went out on the plain where the wild geese were grazing in countless numbers and the bands of them parted to the right and left like barnyard fowl. A big boy of our nearest neighbor family gave me a ball when I was little. It was made of rubber, about the size of the present day baseball, and suitable for playing tomball. We knew not baseball then, though on batting

the ball far out into the field we ran a circuit of bases. One had to run all the way _home,_ but you had the privilege of actually striking the ball three times before running. That is if your first hitting of the ball did not drive the ball sufficiently far into the field to warrant an attempt at running the circle then you could try twice more. If you struck at the ball and missed, that did not count.
My cousin Everett Williams was given the _Youth Companion_ by his father. It came monthly. I burned with desire for this boy_s paper; it would have been bliss even if I could have seen a single copy _ but Eve would not let me look at it even a moment. I was beyond the

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