MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 127 



rake off the loamy bed. I notice, how 

 ever, that the spring smell has gone out 

 of the dirt. That went into the first 

 crop. 



In this peaceful unison with yielding 

 nature, I was a little taken aback to 

 find that a new enemy had turned up. 

 The celery had just rubbed through the 

 fiery scorching of the drought, and 

 stood a faint chance to grow ; when I 

 noticed on the green leaves a big&amp;gt; green- 

 and-black worm, called, I believe, the 

 celery-worm : but I don t know who 

 called him ; I am sure I did not. It was 

 almost ludicrous that he should turn up 

 here, just at the end of the season, when 

 I supposed that my war with the living 

 animals was over. Yet he was, no 

 doubt, predestinated ; for he went to 

 work as cheerfully as if he had arrived 

 in June, when every thing was fresh 

 and vigorous. It beats me Nature 



