As he watched, he saw still another odd wagon hauled upon
the field alongside the first one. This wagon carried a broad walk
which led from the back and went right up what you might call a hill,
to the front of the wagon. And there it stopped, with a wooden bar
blocking the way. Frisky Squirrel thought that that was the strangest
path he had ever seen, for it seemed to lead to nowhere, and why it
should have a bar at the top, to keep anyone from going nowhere at
all, was more than even his lively mind could puzzle out.
In and out and about these strange wagons were as many as a dozen men,
and one boy--each of them as busy as he could be. And as for the boy,
Johnnie Green, he was busier than anybody else. He seemed to be
everywhere at once, and in everybody's way. And Frisky couldn't see
that he was doing anything at all. But he noticed that Johnnie
appeared to be having a fine time.
As Frisky Squirrel looked down upon this unusual sight from his perch
in the tree he saw that Farmer Green's wagons--the kind Frisky had
often seen before--were bringing up sheaves of wheat. And pretty
soon--and this made Frisky's eyes almost pop out of his head--he saw a
man lead a pair of horses up that short, steep walk and tie them to
the bar at the top of it.
Then the horses began to walk. Now, probably you wouldn't think there
was anything strange about that. But there was. The odd thing about
that was that although the horses walked, they didn't get anywhere at
all.
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