Mr. Ben's New Rail Road
ANOTHER SUMMER'S DAY in a pasture they used to call meadows in the old days. Well, those were the real old days.
We had them more now, and they even seemed more enjoyable. Summer went to fall, went to winter, which broke into spring, and came right back around. Summer grew things and was a time to pasture animals here and there in order to make the grass last. And yet, we left some pastures near the barn and house, the homestead, so that they'd be able to eat during the winter. And some hay was put up for the weeks of the worst weather. These, too were stored in haystacks in those nearby pastures. Livestock could dig through almost the worst snow in order to graze, but there was no reason to have them starve because ice just a half-inch thick was between them and
