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done well this year, and whiter honey never was seen than 

 we have in our boxes. The carrots of the subsoiled land 

 of course must go up. I measured one the other day 

 twenty and one-half inches long, and I think I can find a 

 bushel of the same length and size. Yes, Sir, Mr. Twiggs, 

 we shall all go up to the Fair to-morrow morning.&quot; ED. 



NO. 9. TIM BUNKER IN TALL CLOVER. 



THE FAIR, AND HOW HE TOOK THE PRIZES. 



&quot; Taking in your squashes then, this morning, Esq. Bun 

 ker,&quot; said Seth Twiggs, as he looked over the garden fence, 

 and saw Tim very busy. The smoke curled up from his 

 pipe, and both hands were thrust into his waistcoat pockets, 

 as he stood with his weight poised upon one leg, and both 

 ears opened. 



&quot; Oh, it is you, is it, Seth,&quot; said Tim, as he deposited the 

 last squash in the basket. Did you hear how I came off 

 at the fair yesterday ?&quot; 



&quot; Not exactly. I kind o thought it wouldn t be strange 

 if them carrots of you rn got a premium.&quot; 



&quot; Carrots, man ! why I made a clean sweep, and got a 

 premium on everything I carried. Had the grandest time 

 I and my family ever experienced. You ought to have 

 been there, Mr. Twiggs, to see Hookertown in its glory. 

 First, you see, our town train was made up of seventy-one 

 yoke of oxen, besides Jim Latham s steer train of five yoke, 

 which the Committee said would not count. This was 

 bigger than anything upon the ground, and took a prize. 

 Then Deacon Smith s fat pair of cattle, that weighed five 

 thousand pounds upon the hoof, could not be beat. He 



