A GREAT R U N N E K. 



applying a dose, when Patrick assured me that they 

 would &quot; scorch such a little mite of a thing all up ;&quot; 

 and, as I had already discovered that no reliance 

 could be placed on tobacco, I was nearly at what 

 ladies call their &quot;wits end&quot; whichever end that 

 may be, when Weeville again came to the rescue. 



&quot; Squash-bugs !&quot; he said ; &quot; there is no need of ever 

 being troubled by them. Nature always has a rem 

 edy for all Nature s ills, if we only look for it. 

 Onions, my boy, are the thing. Does a squash-bug 

 ever eat an onion ? No, sir. Then make him eat it, 

 and see how it agrees with him. I used to be both 

 ered with them among my cucumber-vines till I put 

 a few onions in each hill. No more bugs now. I 

 never lose a leaf not a single leaf. When you plant 

 gourds next time, put in a few onion-seeds at the 

 same time, and you will have no trouble. The smell 

 does it.&quot; 



This was very fine for the future, but I wanted to 

 save my Hercules Club for the present ; so I thought 

 to myself that if onions w^ould answer when grown 

 in the vicinity, why would they not answer if re 

 moved to the place, and kept renewed from time to 

 time ? There was no scarcity of onions, and if we did 

 not use them in this way, it was doubtful whether 

 they would be used at all, so I immediately gathered 



