Chapter 13 No.13

The Summer Old Bob Died.

It was a real scorcher. A soft, sweltering summer's day. The air quivered; the heat drove the fowls under the dray and sent the old dog to sleep upon the floor inside the house. The iron on the skillion cracked and sweated-so did Dad and Dave down the paddock, grubbing-grubbing, in 130 degrees of sunshine. They were clea