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Show 123 folded-back hood. A sudden turning of the corner might result in small children flying in every direction. We nearly lost Revo that way. Horses didn't take kindly to the devil-wagons roaring down the wagon roads, and they would snort, rear, their eyes rolling and manes and tails flying, attempt to wrap themselves around telephone poles, dump the carriages they were pulling into the canals, and run madly away, strewing harness and passengers behind them. Joseph horses had been educated by Jeff Carter, considered by everybody to be the meanest man in the world. In addition to making Prince wild-eyed the rest of his life many other local had been rendered fit only for the Wild West show. Yet you could expect this from Jeff. His mother said he started with his deviltry three weeks before he was born by kicking a pan of potatoes off her lap. He howled so lustily that the old nurse made some poppy-seed tea. His father thought if a teasponful would quiet Jeff for a few hours, two would quiet him longer. Jeff slep for eighteen hours, and his parents began to think he would sleep for good. As he grew his proclivity for mischief grew with him. When he climbed onto the straw stack and made a fire, or enticed his mother into the potato cellar and locked her there so she couldn't prevent him from doing something he wanted, his father was known to sigh: "We ought to have put another poppy seed in Jeff's tea. " Papa had an uncommonly loud voice, so his swearing was no secret to the townspeople. Once when he was ploughing on the farm he yelled at the horses so loudly that Pearl Harmon, Rozina's mother, heard him from the river up to the hill and came puffing down. Her husband, Dave, |