John and Peter
... fjolin and ddJeier by Douglas Edwards J-O-O-OHN! J-o-o-ohn! The shrill voice soared across the farmyard, past the incubating house, through the wood shed and the carpenter's shop and up the long, chalky hillside. Half-way up the hill was a wooden hut, supported on the lower side by stilts. It was nearly filled with bags of dredge- corn, bran and dried milk, and piles of empty sacks. On top ...