Every spare man-jack far and wide has gone West on them everlasting harvest excursions . Salome Whitney at the Mount Hope Farm is in a predicament . She 's got a hired man , but he ca n't harvest grain all by himself . She spent the whole of yesterday driving around , trying to get a couple of men or boys to help him , but I dunno if she got anyone or not . '' The men moved out of earshot at this juncture , but Chester got down from the bales with a determined look . If workers were wanted in Hopedale , that was the place for him . He had done a man 's work at harvest time in Upton the year before . Lige Barton had said so himself . Hope and courage returned with a rush . He accosted the first man he met and asked if he could tell him the way to Hopedale . `` Reckon I can , sonny . I live in the next district . Want to go there ? If you wait till evening , I can give you a lift part of the way . It 's five miles out . '' `` Thank you , sir , '' said Chester firmly , `` but I must go at once if you 'll kindly direct me . It 's important . '' `` Well , it 's a straight road . That 's Albemarle Street down there -- follow it till it takes you out to the country , and then keep straight on till you come to a church painted yellow and white . Turn to your right , and over the hill is Hopedale .
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