e. I don't see how you can gather apples so. How many have you got
in?"

So saying, he went and looked into the barrels.

"None," said he; "I thought so."

He stood still a minute, as if thinking what to do; and then he told them
to leave the wagon there, and go with him, and he would show them the way
to work.

The boys accordingly walked along after him, through the garden-house,
into the yard. They then went across the road, and down behind a barn, to
a place where some men were building a stone bridge. They stopped upon a
bank at some distance, and looked down upon them.

"There," said he, "see how men work!"

It happened, at that time, that all the men were engaged in moving a great
stone with iron bars. There was scarcely any thing said by any of them.
Every thing went on silently, but the stone moved regularly into its
place.

"Now, boys, do you understand," said the farmer, "how they get along so
quietly?"

"Why, it is because they are men, and not boys," said Rollo.

"No," said the farmer, "that is not the reason. It is because they have a
head."

"A head?" said Rollo.

"Yes," said he, "a head; that is, one man to direct, and the rest obey."

"Which is it?" said George.

"It is that man who is pointing now," said the farmer, "to another stone.
He is telling them which to take next. Watch them now, and you will see
that he directs every thing, and the rest do just as he says. But you are
all directing and commanding together, and there is nobody to obey. If you
were moving those stones, you would be all advising and disputing
together, and pulling in every direction at once, and the stone would not
move at all."

[Illustration: There, Said He, See How Men Work.]

"And do men always appoint a head," said Rollo, "when they work together?"

"No," said the farmer, "they do not always _appoint_ one regularly, but
they always _have_ one, in some way or other. Even when no one is
particularly authorized to direct, they generally let the one who is
oldest, or who knows most about the business, take the lead, and the rest
do as he says."

They all then walked slowly back to the garden-house, and the farmer
advised them to have a head, if they wanted their business to go on
smoothly and well.

"Who do you think ought to be our head?"

"The one who is the oldest, and knows most about the business," said the
farmer, "and that, I suppose, would be George. But perhaps you had better
take turns, and l