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"Hot coals would scotch 'em, and I only want to fill their stomachs for once." The husking at the Bronsons was a very well attended feast, indeed. There was a great barn floor, and on this were heaped the ear-corn in the husks not too much, for Lettie proposed having the floor cleared and swept for square dancing, and later for the supper.
Five sturdy negro men are doing the work of two boys, forking in the "pine-trash" from the huge pile outside, and bringing ear-corn in oak bushel-baskets on their shoulders from the corn-house three hundred yards away. We cross over to this building when the stable-door has been locked and watch the eager crowd which is waiting for the weekly "'lowance."
If he was going to have a crop of corn here, he wanted a crop worth while. On the uplands the farmers were satisfied with from thirty to fifty baskets of ear-corn to the acre. If this lowland was what he believed it was, Hiram was sure it would make twice that. And at that his corn crop here would only average twenty-five dollars to the acre not a phenomenal profit for Mrs. Atterson in that.
He even supplied Donald A. Smith a few business thrills. "Tomorrow night I intend to entertain the Governor," once said Smith to Hill. "Tomorrow night you will be on the way to Europe to borrow money for me," said Hill. And it was so. First and foremost, James J. Hill is a farmer. He thinks of himself as following a plow, milking cows, salting steers, shoveling out ear-corn for the pigs.
Cynthy Ann listened admiringly to Dr. Ketchup's incomprehensible, oracular utterances, and then speedily put a bushel of ear-corn in the great wash-boiler, which was already full of hot water in expectation of such a prescription, and set the wafer-ash to draw. Julia had, up to this time, stood outside her mother's door trembling with fear, and not daring to enter.
Each will take the week's supply of ear-corn and potatoes for her household a peck for each member of the family, large and small and will grind her own grist at the mill-house, or more probably trade away the entire supply at the cross-roads store for flour, sugar and coffee. "Why, Rose, is that you? How are you, and how are the children?" "De Lawd! Wha' dat? who dat da' talk me?
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