ties--and now he risked putting in some early beans--"snap" and
bush limas--and his first planting of sweet corn.

Of the latter he put in four rows across the garden, each, of sixty-five
day, seventy-five day, and ninety day sugar corn--all of well-known
kinds. He planned later to put in, every fortnight, four rows of a
mid-length season corn, so as to have green corn for sale, and for the
house, up to frost.

The potatoes were growing finely and he hilled them up for the first
time. He marked his four-acre lot for field corn--cross-checking it
three-feet, ten inches apart. This made twenty-seven hundred and fifty
hills to the acre, and with the hand-planter--an ingenious but cheap
machine--he dropped two and three kernels to the hill.

This upland, save where he had spread coarse stable manure, was
not rich. Upon each corn-hill he had Sister throw half a handful of
fertilizer. She followed him as he used the planter, and they planted
and fertilized the entire four acres in less than two days.

The lime he had put into the land would release such fertility as
remained dormant there; but Hiram did not expect a big crop of corn on
that piece. If he made two good ears to the hill he would be satisfied.

He had knocked together a rough cold-frame, on the sunny side of the
woodshed, to fit some old sash he had found in the barn. Into the rich
earth sifted to make the bed in this frame, he transplanted tomato,
egg-plant, pepper and other plants of a delicate nature. Early cabbage
and cauliflower had already gone into the garden plot, and in the midst
of an early and saturating rain, all day long, he had transplanted
table-beets into the rows he had marked out for them.

This variety of vegetables were now all growing finely. He sold nearly
six dollars' worth of radishes in town, and these radishes he showed
Mrs. Atterson were really "clear profit." They had all been pulled from
the rows of carrots and other small seeds.

There were several heavy rains after the tempest which had been so
Providential; the ground was well saturated, and the river had risen
until it roared between its banks in a voice that could be heard, on a
still day, at the house.

The rains started the vegetation growing by leaps and bounds; weeds
always increase faster than any other growing thing.

There was plenty for Hiram to do in the garden, and he kept Sister and
Old Lem Camp busy, too. They were at it from the first faint streak of
light