Gene Stratton-Porter 
Harvester [EPUB ebook] 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. "Bel, come here! " The Harvester sat in the hollow worn in the hewed log stoop by the feet of his father and mother and his own sturdier tread, and rested his head against the casing of the cabin door when he gave the command. The tip of the dog’s nose touched the gravel between his paws as he crouched flat on earth, with beautiful eyes steadily watching the master, but he did not move a muscle.