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Show HOW HE GOT AHEAD OF PROVIDENCE.- Many years ago there lived in Salem, Connecticut, an eccentric man named Amasa Kilborn, about whom numberless stories are told to this day. On one occasion in summer he had a five acre lot of choice grass, cut and spread out to dry. In the afternoon a shower came up and drenched it. The next day the hay was spread out to dry. Another shower came up and redrenched it. On the third day the same programme was repeated. On the fourth day, after the hay had been properly dried and raked into winrows[windrow], a cloud pillar moved up over the western horizon, and a distant growl of thunder echoed from the hills. Kilborn was mad. He looked at the hay and looked at the cloud. "Run up to the house, boy," he said, in a voice trembling with excitement, "and bring down a firebrand; quick now!" The boy asked no questions. He came back with a blazing torch, and Kilborn touched off each winrow. "There," said he; "I'll see if this hay will get wet again!" |