| PLOWING 57 
(Author)—“‘ Well Harvey, how have you been getting 
along since I’ve been gone?” 
(Negro)—“ Fin’, sah! Fin’, sah! Say, Boss, dey’s 
don’ bin lyin’ ’bout dis plow.” | 
(Author)—‘ Why, Harvey, it is strange that any one 
should lie about an innocent looking plow like that, I 
don’t see how they could tell anything bad about it.” 
(Negro)—“ Well, dey’s bin lyin’ ’bout dis plow and a 
sayin’ dat it is a hoss killer.” 
(Author)—‘ Well, Harvey, has it killed your 
horses? ” 
(Negro)—“ No, sah! It hain’t no hoss killer, it don 
run too easy fer dat.” 
I have plowed with a disc plow in the fall of the year, 
black gumbo soil so hard that a steel walking plow 
could not be made to enter into it, and I have with a 
disc plow turned under weeds higher than the horses’ 
backs so nicely that a single weed could not be seen in 
the field. And with it I once turned under a field of 
hairy vetch, heavy in foliage, after having tried all other 
kinds of plows and failed to make them do the work. 
I once plowed a strip fifty feet in width around a ten- 
acre field and then finished breaking the balance of the 
field with walking plows. The field was planted in 
corn, and during the entire season the corn on the strip 
plowed with the disc plow was more thrifty than the 
rest of the field and at least a foot higher, and produced 
more and better corn. 
How deep shall we plow? Poor Richard said: 
“Plow deep while sluggards sleep, 
And you shall have corn to sell and keep.” 
