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Finished cutting the field?

Yes. I'm afraid it's too late. It's a storm brewing.

If it rains now, that hay will be ruined.

A storm may not hit for a day or two.

Fair luck, Holes.

We'll need everybody's help in the fields tomorrow.

I don't know how much you can count on Felix.

He's working the front desk of the White Sands all night tonight.

Well, whatever he can manage, every bit of help.

Providing it doesn't rain.

Come to bed.

Oh, I'm just finishing up this boat for Daniel.

Well, there's no hurry. Daniel's got lots of boys, you know.

You're going to need your rest for tomorrow.

Well, if it rains, I can sleep in tomorrow.

Well, staying up half the night carving wood and worrying isn't going to stop

the rain if it's meant to come.

When it comes to the battle between the farmer and Mother Nature, I know who has

the upper hand.

It doesn't mean I have to like it.

Would you like me to make you some tea?

Yes. What's that?

Sounds like the barn door on the ladder.

Sounds like a lot more than a new door.

Yeah.

McCormick lost two hands last week, you know.

What are you doing here?

Well, it looks like a storm is brewing and it seemed a likely place for

Well, it's customary to ask permission before bedding down in a man's barn. I

didn't want to wake you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'll be on my way.

Well, there's no need for that. You might be right about that storm. You're

welcome to stay here tonight.

Oh, thank you, sir.

My name's Alec King. This is my wife, Janet.

Caleb Stokes.

You eating anything today?

Well, we can fix you up a plate.

Well, I'd be happy to work for it.

You know your way around a farm?

Yes, sir, I do.

Well, I got a field of hay needs taking in, and I could pay you 50 cents for the

day and three square meals.

Well, thank you, sir.

Has the field already been cut?

Yes.

Well, I hope for your sake and mine it doesn't rain.

And I hope that you're not a drinking man because...

We have children to think of and... No, ma 'am, I'm not.

It's settled, then.

We'll be starting early in the morning.

I'll be ready.

I don't know a thing about the man.

Could be a criminal.

You're an honest man, falling on hard times.

The light was on in the house, Alec. He knew someone was awake.

Well, maybe he was trying to save his pride.

Maybe he was trying to make off with one of our hens. Yes, but did you notice

his hands? Fine set of calluses there. I noticed his hair. He hasn't had a

haircut in a year.

Well, we could use his help tomorrow.

Well, you suit yourself.

Tonight, I'm going to lock the doors.

Up and out of you three, Felicity, Cecily, Felix. I'm certain they're

roused them myself this morning.

Now, you're going to be a good boy, Grant Eliza, while we're working.

Is she up yet?

Eliza, yes, dear. I woke her, too.

Ah, good morning, sweetheart. Are your brother and sister all dressed yet?

Undressed. Felicity's still primping.

Felicity, the horses don't care how you look.

Now, uh, Felix, I laid some food out for Digger, but I didn't see him.

Would you like... some tea to wake you up. I don't understand why we have to

wake up so early.

Because I want to get the hay in before it rains.

There's no cloud in the sky.

Not that I can see much. Well, it may be clear now, but the almanac predicts

rain.

Look, you know how your father is once the hay gets cut. Let's just humor him

getting an early start.

Janet, we can do the rest of the chores while they're eating.

Felix, wake up, lad. You can sleep in tomorrow.

And, Cecily, you just keep an eye on Daniel till Eliza gets down, okay?

Felicity, you worry about your hair at teacher's college. Here on the farm, we

worry about the hay.

You seem bigger.

No, is he out all night?

No. He's probably chasing rabbits.

I wonder if our boarder's up yet.

Morning. Oh, good morning.

Yes, he is.

I awoke to the sound of your cows needing milking, so I went ahead. I hope

suits you.

Oh, suits me fine.

I imagine you've worked up an appetite.

Well, it's about time you showed up.

Where you been, boy?

You been chasing rabbits or you got yourself a girlfriend, huh?

What's this?

Look at Buckshot and his fur.

Who'd do a thing like that?

And why? What have you been up to, huh?

Well, better get a move on if we're going to get that hay in.

I'll hitch up the team. You can get Thessaly to feed the chickens.

Yeah, I'll go fix some sausage and biscuit and I'll bring it out to you in

field. Thank you.

Easy now.

All right.

Take him away.

Good idea.

Let's get serious.

Felicity, bring that one in.

All right, here it comes. Here we go.

Who's on there?

Look at that.

We did it. Yes.

Yes, we did.

Oh,

is

he a good worker?

Caleb.

Yeah, he's very good.

Where are the kids?

They're out in the barn, I think.

I'll go get them.

We'd have lost half that hay today if he hadn't been around.

Yes, we would have.

I can think of half a dozen things around here that need doing.

Potatoes to dig and apples to pick.

Not to mention all that wood to be chopped for the winter and the rocks to

cleared from the field.

That's right.

Maybe you should ask Caleb to stay for a few days.

Oh, you think that'd be a good idea?

Well, I think you think it's a good idea.

I'll go get him some of your clothes to wear.

Goodness knows, he'll need a good wash.

Then Icarus flew into the heavens on the wings his father had built, but he

forgot his father's warning.

He was so dazzled by the beauty of the sun.

But he couldn't help but fly closer and closer and closer.

And by the time he realized the wax was melting, it was too late.

The wings just came apart.

And he plunged into the sea, leaving his father brokenhearted.

That's so sad.

He could have made a fortune on those wings.

Felix, that's not really the point.

All right, everyone.

Time for supper.

You're welcome to join us in the house, Caleb.

My table manners are a little rusty. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather eat

out here.

As you wish.

If you'd like me to wash your clothing, I brought you some of my husband's

clothes to put on.

Yeah, I guess there hasn't been much laundry soap the places I've been.

What places are those?

Barns and haystacks.

Anywhere the ground hasn't been too hard to sleep on.

I'm surprised you haven't settled anywhere.

You're a capable worker.

Sometimes that's not enough.

Well, I'll... I'll bring you down a plate after we finish.

Thank you.

Catch that ball. You keep at it, Daniel.

Caleb, once you're done with that, I could use a hand up in the loft.

Can you come and help me scrub these apples, please? I promised a bushel to

Hetty and a bushel to Abigail.

Digger! Get out of there!

Look out!

Oh, Daniel!

Is he all right?

I think so.

I'm sorry. Oh, sweetheart, I had nothing to do with you. It's not your fault.

It was an accident.

Of Scylla.

The creature with the... Horribilis, dreadful, horrible.

The creature with the horrible... Howl? Ulu latum, howl, yes,

no question mark.

I hate translating Latin.

It's a dead language for a reason.

Felicity.

She has six long skinny necks, each ending

in a horrible head with triple rows

of fangs. That's disgusting.

That is great literature.

Mangled, I am sorry to say, by a sloppy translation.

How long did you give these studies yesterday?

I had to help put up the hay.

That's not an answer.

Half an hour?

Well, it shows.

Per ardua ad astra, Felicity, through hard work to the stars, do you want to

to teacher's college or do you not?

Of course I do. Of course.

Well, your interview in Charlottetown comes up in less than a month, and I

assure you the examiners there will be far more demanding than I.

I'm not worried about my Latin, Aunt Hattie.

I'm worried about making a good impression.

I haven't given a single thought to my wardrobe.

I'm back.

Where's that Montgomery?

Still sleeping.

Oh, well, maybe I should make that the headline for the Chronicle this week.

Baby sleeps through nap.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing's the matter.

That's the problem.

There's nothing happening in this town, so I have nothing to print in the paper.

You should do a story about our new handyman, Caleb.

He saved Daniel's life.

He did?

Don't exaggerate, Felicity.

I'm not.

Caleb is a hero.

But he's a common vagrant.

Daniel would have been crushed by a barrel if Caleb hadn't pulled him out of

way. Oh, well, that's more heroic than Mrs. Latham Wynn's church pie bake.

Oh, I'll get my camera.

Felicity.

It was nothing.

Oh, no, Caleb, you're being much too modest. Olivia, if he hadn't been there,

Daniel might not be alive today.

No, you could have been hurt yourself, Caleb.

anybody would have done the same. I just, I don't think it's an interesting

story. Oh, you just don't know Avonlea yet, Mr. Stokes. Believe me, this is

front -page material.

Um, perhaps I could have a photograph with you holding Daniel.

You know, I just, I don't like having my picture taken.

Oh, please, Mr. Stokes, for my sake.

Oh, I'd just love to see Daniel in the paper. Well, if you have Daniel, you

won't need me. Oh, not sincere.

You're the story.

After all, you're the hero.

Janet. Oh.

And Miles.

You mean to say you don't know where he comes from?

Who he is? I know what he is.

A good worker.

That's all I need to know.

Alec doesn't think we should pry.

Nonsense.

Well, the man could be a thief. He could steal your clean.

What do we have worth stealing anyway?

Besides, he's a dandy storyteller.

Last night he told us about how Paris stole Helen and started the Trojan War.

And the night before he told us about Icarus inventing wings.

Not Icarus, his father.

An educated man.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Caleb is strange now that you mention it.

He reads for fun.

For heaven's sakes, Hattie, let the man be.

He probably learned the story working in the fields.

How silly of me. I forget how field hands like to sit around and swap

legends. Don't prejudge everyone who works with their hands as being

I don't. I've always respected the value of honest labor. It's what built this

land. Honestly.

You two are worse than the children.

Well, I am merely pointing out that Olivia obtained very little information

about your hired hand in her interview.

Apparently, you two choose to know even less.

Come along, Felicity.

Translation awaits us.

We've a few tall tales of our own to tackle.

Excuse us.

help you?

The question is, can I help you? My name is William McMillan. I represent the

great Niagara Breast Company.

We make the finest brushes and combs in the whole North American continent.

No quality general store in the Maritime should be without a complete selection.

I don't really have anything to do with the purchasing of supplies.

You'll have to speak with our owner, Miss Muriel Stacy.

And where might I find her?

Across the bridge and down the first road on your right.

Half a mile, you can't miss it.

Thank you.

Since I'm here, do you have any pork and beans?

Yes, we do.

I'll take a can.

Six cents, please.

Are you reading about my brother?

Is this your brother?

No, that's Caleb, our field hand.

The little baby is my brother.

Caleb saved his life.

He did, did he?

How much?

Two cents.

That's our last copy. My mother bought all the rest.

Do you know of a place I can stay for a few days?

Biggins Boarding House. It's just across the street.

Thank you.

King.

Felicity King.

As you do it.

Breathe there a man with soul so dead,

who never to himself hath said, This is my home, my

native land.

I can't remember how long it's been since I memorized that old chestnut.

It was a fourth reader for me.

My teacher said it was a poem about patriotism, but for me, at ten years

was about the farm I lived on, the land my father worked.

The way the fields looked in the morning after the first snow, pristine and

white, or the trees in autumn.

When the leaves have changed.

But the taste of sweet corn pulled off the stalk, put straight in the pod, corn

you'd sweat it over all summer.

Nothing tastes as sweet.

It's a beautiful farm, Mr. King.

You're a lucky man.

I'm glad to hear that your father's hired and is working out.

I don't know. He seems rather odd, if you ask me.

Oh? How so?

Well, he's quite bright and obviously well -educated.

Don't we normally consider those desirable qualities?

Yes, but why would such a well -educated man want to pitch hay and dig potatoes

on a farm?

You have to admit, it does seem strange.

Not if that's what he wants to do.

Why would he want to do that?

Why do you want to be a teacher?

Suppose I've never really given it much thought.

All the top students in Avonlea go on to teacher's college.

Seems like the thing to do.

Oh, Felicity.

I do tell you that teaching is much more than a thing to do.

It's hard work.

If you don't love it, really love it, you won't last a breath.

Is that why you gave up your job as school supervisor?

You didn't love it anymore?

Evans, no.

I love too many things. That's my problem.

Not enough hours in the day.

Why, I want to restore antiques and study art and, uh... I have in mind a

certain archaeological expedition.

Not to mention my volunteer work with the orphanage at Hildale.

Well, no wonder you don't have any time for the store.

Well, you love what you do. There are never enough hours in the day.

I wish I had something that I loved that much.

You'll find it.

You just give yourself enough time.

What I would say, if I were asked, is...

Don't rush headlong into something just because it's the thing to do.

It's you, boy.

Who, me?

Yes, you.

Is this town of a cablegram office?

You have to go to the White Sands to send a cablegram.

It's down the road a couple of miles from there, right?

Yes, sir.

I'd like to make five cents.

What do I have to do?

If you don't know the White Sands, you'll see this note's delivered.

I'll give you two cents now, three cents, and you return with the receipt.

Deal.

To Arthur McMillan, 173 Davenport Lane, Moncton, New Brunswick.

I'm at Biggins Boarding House Avenue, PEI.

Stop, come at once.

Stop, found strong.

Well, we put in more than enough hay to last through the winter.

Well, that's good.

The almanac says it's going to be a long one.

And so far, it looks like a bumper crop of potatoes.

Huh.

Definitely more room in the root cellar to store them in.

The wheat and corn came in better than expected, too.

What is it?

What's what?

Well, I think we could afford to keep Caleb on permanently.

Can we?

Oh, I feel like spending more and more time at the hotel and Felicity getting

set to go off to school. There's certainly enough work for him here.

What's the matter?

This is Caleb's shirt.

Now, look at the quality of that.

It's hand -tailored.

Well, it's probably a rich man's hand -me -down.

It's monogrammed.

Look. C .S. Caleb Stokes.

Hmm.

That could be a coincidence.

Like, I don't want to sound like Hetty, but... Oh, I wish I knew more about the

man.

Well, he loves the land.

And he's no slacker when it comes to work.

And if I ever found myself in the situation he is now, I'd hope that

would go the extra mile and give me a helping hand, too.

Where's Alex?

How'd you get it?

You're knocking loud enough to wake the dead.

Tell that to my poor hens.

What are you doing with Digger?

I found this mangy dog standing over the corpse of my poor Jezebel.

What? Just this morning, I feasted on one of her double -yolked eggs.

Digger would never do anything like that. You're lying.

Felix, did you see him kill the chicken?

There wasn't anything else around that could have done the job.

Well, I'm sorry, Archie. We'll replace that hen.

I warn you, Alec, if a dog develops a taste for chickens, he won't stop at

If I catch him again, I intend to shoot him. No.

It won't happen again.

It better not.

Keep an eye on him tonight.

Archie Gillis is wrong.

I, for one, don't want to bet Digger's life on it.

You, uh...

You let him run free, and he goes to that hen house, Archie Gillis will shoot

him, I can tell you that.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

He might be better off on a farm on the other side of the island.

You can't send him away.

Well, I'm trying to think of what's best for Digger.

Well, if we kept him tied up in the barn, he'd be fine.

I'd take him for walks every day. Well, keeping him... tied up when he wants to

run free. He has no kindness to Digger.

I don't care. He's not going.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Come on.

Good night, Caleb. Good night.

All right, boy.

I won't let them take you away.

You know, Felix, your father's right.

It wouldn't be a kindness to keep him tied up only six feet square to call his

own.

Never able to go where he wants, when he wants.

It's a hard life. I wouldn't wish on anyone or anything.

You want some company tonight?

Have you tried digger yet?

Nope.

May I please have some bacon for digger?

You know the rule.

Just this once.

But I'm not making a habit of it.

Thank you, Mother.

Bigger?

Look what I got for you, boy.

I didn't do it.

I know that, son.

You do?

Your teeth aren't sharp enough. This rope has been chewed right through.

He must have done it this morning after I got off. He was here all night.

Well, where do you think he went?

Sure hope he didn't go to Archie Gillis' hen house.

I'm going over there right away.

You've got school.

Caleb and I will swing by on our way into town.

Do you really think he killed that chicken?

As much as Digger feels like a member of the family, he is an animal, you know.

He doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

Of course, Digger is as close to a human as a dog gets.

You better get going. You'll be late.

You know, if we don't find Digger today, I'll stand watch by Gillis' chicken

coop tonight, if you like, and bring him home before he gets hurt.

It's kind of you to offer. Well, I hate to see anything happen to him.

You've been a big help around the farm, Caleb.

Yeah, it's felt good.

Working regularly again.

So what would you say to staying on?

What do you mean, through the harvest? No, I mean permanently.

We've got an old cabin about a half a mile back of our place.

Needs some work, but we could fix it up.

I'd say yes, quicker than Monday follows Sunday.

Good.

I'm going into Hillsdale tomorrow to draw some money out of the bank. Put a

payment on this.

A binder.

With a binder like that and a good hired hand, I could spend next summer

lounging under the shade trees sipping lemonade.

Oh, well, here's the problem. He's lost his shoe.

Well, we better get him reshawed. I'll pick up the supplies. You can take him

the blacksmith. All right.

Caleb, strong.

Beg your pardon?

You know what we're... You!

Hey!

Get up!

Gwendolyn Kirk!

Get what's coming to you!

These two men attacked my hired hand.

Caleb. His name isn't Caleb Stokes. It's Caleb Braun. He's a swindler and a con

man.

Dozens of people lost money to him. He cheated our folks out of their life

savings.

I'll go get some cold water.

Yeah?

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, he's not.

All right, thank you.

Well, Alec, you got quite the fellow working for you.

You remember that big, phony silver mine swindle happened in New Brunswick a few

years back?

Vaguely. Yeah.

Your hired man cooked it up.

I told you.

I didn't ask for your two cents' worth.

He was tried, convicted, spent five years in prison.

Five years? That wasn't near enough.

Now, whether it was or whether it wasn't is no never mind here and now.

You're the two fellas that broke the law by assaulting Ella King and this fella

here. I'd rather not press charges if it's all the same to you, Mr. King.

Well, I better make sure that you two gentlemen find your way out of town.

You haven't seen the last of us, Strawn. I hope I have seen the last of you,

because if I see you around again, I'll throw you in jail so fast it'll make

your head swim.

Better get back to the farm.

Look, when I was 18, I left the farm to study geology and

signed on with a Cooperville mining company as soon as I graduated.

And within a year, I'd found what I thought would prove to be a big strike

silver.

And the other company experts said I was wrong, but... And what happened?

The biggest strike of silver they'd ever had.

I would have made a fortune if I had owned the company.

So I went into business for myself.

And after a year and a half of searching, I was sure I'd found an even

strike.

And the experts said I was wrong. They thought the silver wasn't there, and I

couldn't find any investors.

So?

I bribed two of the experts.

to examine the property again.

And they changed their findings.

And people lined up from all over to invest in me.

Innocent people who didn't know any better. It wasn't my intention to cheat

anyone. If we'd found silver, everyone would have made a profit.

I was so sure.

Sure, in a way, you can only be when you're 25 and feel invincible.

fighting at your age?

I didn't have much choice.

Does it hurt?

It's when I smile.

What happened?

Oh, nothing.

Father got in a fight.

You got in a fight? Over Caleb.

You got in a fight with Caleb?

Two men attacked Caleb and I helped him out.

What did the other men look like?

Not much better.

But why did they attack Caleb?

Felix, could you and Cecily leave us be, please? Your father and I have a lot to

discuss. But I want to know... Felix, why'd you tell him?

What did I tell the boys at school?

I don't see how Caleb can stay.

He'd lied in the past, and he'd lied to us. Well, he didn't lie to us. He just

didn't tell us everything.

A sin of omission.

Do you really think you can trust him?

Well, it'll be night soon. We'll let him sleep here tonight, and I'll tell him

in the morning.

How are you feeling?

I've felt better.

Did your dad tell you what happened?

I especially overheard my parents talking.

You probably want to ask me why I did it.

I don't have a good answer for you.

Have you and Father found Digger yet?

No. Why? He hasn't come home?

I haven't seen him all day.

Well, before we get worried, why don't we have a good look around?

All right.

Lydia, what's all this?

I was in Hillsdale this afternoon, and it suddenly occurred to me that the

Hillsdale Gazette keeps files on newspapers from across the country.

So the editor was kind enough to lend me all these back issues from the Moncton

Courier out of New Brunswick.

Strawn to stand trial for fraud.

Alec, it was my photograph that started this whole mess.

I want to know more about him, and I thought you might too.

Something I don't understand.

What's that, Alex?

Well, according to everything I read, his parents stood by him throughout the

trial.

So? Well, he locked everything, but his parents still owned the farm, so why

wouldn't he have gone back there once he got out of prison?

Caleb?

What, he gone already?

Those things are still here.

Well, then where is he?

What did we catch, boy? Hey, down, down, down, down. I'm talking to you, man. He

knows that shit did Kelly Mondo.

Wait, wait, wait. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. I've got your post right here.

Diggins, down.

Where? Diggins, Diggins.

Takes a mighty brave dog to chase a raccoon.

They look cute, but they're nasty grizzly bears.

Mother! Father! Look!

Hey, boy. You all right? You hungry?

I wouldn't worry about his breakfast.

Archie Gillis already gave a nice tidbit there.

Archie Gillis?

I staked a trap at his hen house last night.

Turns out Mr. Gillis' poacher was a raccoon.

A raccoon?

I knew Digger couldn't have done it.

Well, he was probably chasing it the other day when Mr. Gillis found him.

I'm going to go tell Cecily.

Come on, Digger.

We can't thank you enough.

I wanted to pay you back for your hospitality.

Maybe I have no right to ask you this, and you don't have to tell me, but...

Why didn't you go back to your parents' farm when you got out of prison?

By the time I got out, they both died.

But you inherited the farm, huh?

I did.

So why wouldn't you go back there? I thought you loved the land.

More than anything.

You know, all the years I spent behind bars, I never once woke up dreaming

all that silver that I'd sought after. It was a farm.

But I just didn't feel right keeping it.

Why not? It was yours.

There were too many people like the McMillans who lost more than they could

afford to lose.

I sold the farm.

Paid back as many people as I could, but there wasn't enough for everyone.

Why didn't you tell us all this when you first got here?

I've been two years out of prison, Mr. King, and I've yet to run across the man

or woman who didn't send me packing when they found out who I was and what I'd

done.

I'm sorry for misleading you. I'll get my things. Be on my way.

Caleb. Yes, sir.

We'd like you to stay.

There might be others like the McMillans.

Caleb.

Look, we'll take them on together.

I thought I could start over here and not be recognized.

I left New Brunswick after someone came after me and ended up hurting a man I

was working with.

And he was left in far worse shape than you, I'm afraid.

Well, I can take care of myself.

What about Mrs. King?

What about your children? I didn't snatch Daniel out from under that barrel

to have him accidentally hurt by someone out for revenge.

I'm not going to take that chance.

I'm not going to let you take that chance. I'll be moving on.

Oh, well, where will you go?

Maybe the States.

Somewhere where they haven't heard of me.

Here.

At least take your wager.

Fifty dollars.

Fresh from the bank today. I can't take this.

Well, maybe you can accept it as a loan.

This is going to be the down payment on your new binder.

True, I was going to...

invest in a machine, but I decided that I'd rather invest in a man.

Seems to me you deserve a second chance.

This is what I earned.

And for the opportunity you gave me to earn it, I'm truly grateful.

Mrs. King, I'm going to miss your cooking every bit as much as I'm going

this farm.

Good luck.

Thank you.