Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

Joshua Finn was a young man of eighteen years. He had no house nor family. He traveled around, stopping in little towns here and there, picking up random jobs. Joshua never felt the urge to settle down in any of the small towns, until one day, he came across a very small town in England, in the year of 1910 on a cool autumn day in September. 
Joshua walked up a narrow dusty road. Then he came upon a hill that over looked a very small village. He didn’t think well of the village at first. “It’s small and probably not worth staying, but I could use a job for a couple weeks.” He thought to himself. By the looks of the people’s clothes he could tell it was a farmers village. “Hello there stranger,” said a deep but kind voice. “You’re not from around here are you?” No sir I’m not.” Joshua explained. “I come from Ireland.” The man stared at Joshua for a few moments then asked another question. “What brings you here?” Joshua had repeated the answer to that question several times since he left Ireland. “I’m seeking my mother’s home land. She died when I was very young, so I don’t know exactly where she grew up, but I do know it was south of Bristle and west of Southampton. But I’m on my own luck for the rest of the search.” “Well, you’re on the right road, but I doubt anyone here would have left to go to Ireland.” Joshua continued to walk down through the village. He went into the post office. At the desk sat a grey haired man with round glasses sitting on the end of his nose. “Excuse me, sir?” Joshua said with a slight whisper. The man looked up at Joshua but didn’t look into his eyes. “Well, if there was a more hungry looking face.” Joshua didn’t know how to react to the mans words. Finally the man broke the awkward silence, “what can I do for you?” He asked with a kind voice as he got up from his chair. “I need a place to stay the night.” Joshua said. “Well there’s only one place in the village. Mrs. Jordan’s boarding house.” “How much is rent?” “Well, it’s around four shillings a night, not including meals.” Joshua was shocked at the price, “why so high?” “She’s a widow with three children to feed.” “Thank you for your time.” Joshua was almost out the door, then he turned suddenly and said, “also, do you know of anyone needing a hired hand for a couple of weeks?  I can do just about any kind of work.” The man rubbed his chin for a moment, “how about you come work on my farm? I’ll pay you well, and you can sleep in the barn.” “Meals?” Joshua asked without hesitation. “I’ll provide those too.” “You’ve got your self a hired hand.” The man expressed his gratitude. “Thank you! Now what should I be calling you?” “My name is Joshua Finn.” “You can call me Mr. Hamilton.” Joshua departed with directions to the Hamilton farm and an invitation to dinner.