se to plow before going to school for the day, and killing wireworms in the corn.
But the father was an easy-going rather than an energetic man. In those days whisky, rum, and cider were served even at the ordination of clergymen in parts of New England, and Zaccheus Greeley was never behind his neighbors in acts of hospitality.
He was, his son has testified, a bad manager, and always in debt, and his farm did not enable him to gain on his indebtedness.
In the hope of improving matters, he accompany him to a newspaper office in Whitehall, N. Y., where he had heard that there was an opening for an apprentice.
But he was rejected as too young for the place.
By the spring of 1826 his father had given up the fight for a living in New England, and decided to carry out a project he had long had in mind — a move to Western Pennsylvania.
He bought a tract of four acres in Erie County, about three miles from Clymer, N. Y., on which was a log cabin with a leaky roof, in a wilderness, w