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Updated: May 31, 2025
More'n that, I understood that the city of New York was a much more expensive place than St. Looey. So I writ a letter back, tellin' 'em I was scatterin' seed so's you could hardly see across the street. There weren't no hope for a crop unless I had more plain sowin' material please remit.
"I can get up 'fore day and do a piece of the land, and I can help you 'bout the sowin' when I get back in the evening. I'll be back by twelve " "Oh, I reckon you can go if you're so set on it," said Amos gruffly. He rose and left the room, stopping in the hall to get a bucket of buttermilk for the hogs.
But, serisly, I concluded to stop exhibitin', and made tracks for Baldinsville. My only daughter threw herself onto my boosum, and said, "It is me fayther! I thank the gods!" She reads the "Ledger." "Tip us yer bunch of fives, old faker!" said ARTEMUS, Jr. He reads the "Clipper." My wife was to the sowin' circle. I allus like to see people enjoy theirselves.
But why does every one leave the cotton crop to the negro. It isn't a hard crop to raise, is it?" "Thar's no one else c'n do it but the negro, sah," the preacher answered. "It's the hardes' kin' of work, an' it has to be done in summer, an' thar's no shade in a cotton fiel'. Right from the sowin' until the las' boll is picked, cotton needs tendin', an' yo' don' have much cool weather down hyar."
We ploughed all the fall for dear life; in winter we thrashed, made and mended tools, went to market and mill, and got out our firewood and rails. As soon as frost was gone, came sowin' and plantin', weedin' and hoein'; then harvest and spreadin' compost; then gatherin' manure, fencin' and ditchin'; and then turn tu and fall ploughin' agin.
He could not keep silent; he had to speak and make them answer. "Where is he?" he asked abruptly. "On de gratings," he was told. And the Swede who fetched the coffee added, "Sails is sowin' him up now already." "We'll see the last of him to-day," said Slade. "He won't kick nobody again!" There was a mutter of agreement, and eyes turned on Conroy again. Slade smiled slowly.
The land's not all paid for, but it's ours. We'll meet our notes. I've been up there twice this spring. You'd never know a few hills had burned over last harvest. Olsen, an' your other neighbors, or most of them, will work the land on half-shares. You'll be boss. An' sure you'll be well for fall sowin'. That'll make you the biggest sower of wheat in the Northwest."
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