We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
64 THE HOUSE THAT SHADOWS BUILT
as a carpenter and, when his talent with tools became manifest, paid him the usual wages of thirty dollars a month and board. After the northern frosts made carpentry impossible, he did a little more trading with the Indians in the Turtle Mountains, and acquired a little more education in furs. Next year, the partners broke no more land. That would take money; and they had reached the end of their credit. They harvested part of a crop. But the profit just carried them through the winter; they were not gaining on the debt. And the premature North Dakota boom, punctured by that early frost of the year before, was beginning to collapse. Morris Kohn took stock with himself. This promised to be a long struggle. He could make more immediate money in Chicago than in Dakota; and it was the American city rather than the American country which offered chances to an ambitious boy. He and Herman Kaufmann saw their creditors in Devil’s Lake and got promise of more time on accounts and notes.
Next week, Morris Kohn was back at his machine in Beifeld’s factory. He told his tale to the Boss, who admired the pluck of the performance. “ How much do you and Herman owe up there?” asked Beifeld. Morris Kohn told him. “All right,” said the Boss, “I’ll pay your debts, and you can give me a third of your wages until you’ve cleared it off.” On these terms, Morris Kohn retired from the business of farming.
That is the story as Morris Kohn tells it. The Kauf