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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.