She was better
by the time we got home, and was horrified to hear the tale of Mr.
Barron's neglect. Later in the evening, she sent one of the men over
with a whole box full of things for her darling boy, and a nice, hot
tea, done up for him in a covered dish.
When the man came home, he said that Mr. Harry would not sleep in the
Englishman's dirty house, but had slung a hammock out under the trees.
However, he would not be able to sleep much, for he had his lantern by
his side, all ready to jump up and attend to the horse and cow. It was a
very lonely place for him out there in the woods, and his mother said
that she would be glad when the sick animals could be driven to their
own farm.
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CHAPTER XXVIII
THE END OF THE ENGLISHMAN
In a few days, thanks to Mr. Harry's constant care, the horse and cow
were able to walk. It was a mournful procession that came into the yard
at Dingley Farm. The hollow-eyed horse, and lean cow, and funny, little
thin pig, staggering along in such a shaky fashion. Their hoofs were
diseased, and had partly rotted away, so that they could not walk
straight.
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