32 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



went off in a high wind. Another very 

 good way to do, and probably not so ex 

 pensive as the awning, would be to have 

 four, persons of foreign birth carry a 

 sort of canopy over you as you hoed. 

 And there might be a person at eaefy 

 end of the row with some cool and re 

 freshing drink. Agriculture is still in a 

 very barbarous stage. I hope to live 

 yet to see the day when I can do my 

 gardening, as tragedy is done, to slow 

 and soothing music, and attended by 

 some of the comforts I have named. 

 These things come so forcibly into my 

 mind sometimes as I work, that perhaps, 

 when a wandering breeze lifts my straw 

 hat, or a bird lights on a near currant- 

 bush, and shakes out a full-throated 

 summer song, I almost expect to find 

 the cooling drink and the hospitable en 

 tertainment at the end of the row. But 

 I never do. There is nothing to be 



