ESCAPED FROM GARDENS 



"Been hoein' corn," he said, half apologetically, 

 as we stopped to greet him. "Great year for corn. 

 Potatoes more 'n fair, an' hay was also prime. I 

 reckon I never saw the beat. The weather was 

 seasonable all through. But the weeds have had 

 good feedin', too, and it 's hoein' every day now. 

 It 's kept me back from the river and 

 woods a lot. I declare, to-day I felt so 

 lonesome, I jest had to quit up -field 

 work and go down there for a spell to 

 cool off. Where be you goin' up 

 Lonetown way? 



"Up on the back Greenfield 

 road," he continued, "there 's a 

 sight o' Red Lilies that would 

 please yer. Yer must 

 know that big stone 

 chimney that stands on 

 the left after you pass 

 the church and come 

 this way. Yes, yer 

 can reach it by the 

 cross lane going 

 back. The yard 's 

 jest full o' Tiger 

 Lilies, and the fence 



