24 THE TIM BUNKER PAPERS. 



Jotham Sparrowgrass was much less voluble than usual 

 during the call, and went home soliloquizing, &quot; Wonder if 

 Tim Bunker did water them carrots !&quot; ED. 



NO. 8. TIM BUNKER GOING TO THE FAIR. 



&quot; Dew tell, Squire Bunker, if you re gwine to exhibit at 

 the County Fair this Fall,&quot; said Seth Twiggs, as he lighted 

 his third pipe, and took his hat. &quot; I never was tu one of 

 them Fairs in my life, but I have heern tell of the big 

 squashes and cabbage, and I thought you would be after 

 sending up some of your garden sass, it is so mighty nice.&quot; 

 Seth had kept an eye on the subsoil plow after he found it 

 had no mold-board, and occasionally looked into the Dea 

 con s garden, as well as into Squire Bunker s. 



&quot; Shouldn t wonder if I did,&quot; replied Tim Bunker. &quot; You 

 see, I went up last year for the first time, not thinking it 

 was worth while to take up anything to show. But I 

 found when I got there that Hookertown was making 

 as good a show as any other town in the county, and there 

 were some things there that took premiums that I could 

 have beaten, even before my garden had the subsoil plow 

 in it. Wife planted a squash at the edge of the carrot bed, 

 and the vine has a half dozen whoppers on it. The big 

 one there will weigh a hundred and fifty pounds, and she 

 declares that squash must be seen. Then John has a bed 

 of onions, some of them measuring six inches across ; and 

 some California potatoes weighing two pounds apiece. 

 Our Sally is tip-top on bread-making, and says she is 

 bound to take a premium, for the ministers are to be the 

 judges, and will give a righteous award. The bees have 



