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also had some South Down wethers that weighed near 

 two hundred apiece, and were said to be the finest fat 

 sheep ever exhibited in the State. 



&quot; But I was going to tell you how our folks came out. 

 You see Mrs. Bunker s big squash, that grew there in the 

 carrot bed, beat everything in the vegetable line for size. 

 There was a fellow up from Shadtown, on the river, that 

 tho t he was some punkins. But, la suz, Seth, his squash 

 could not hold a candle to ours, by sixty weight. He said 

 he manured with fish, and calculated he should make a 

 clear sweep on the vegetables, squashes in particular. The 

 fellow got a premium on potatoes, which seemed to com 

 fort him some.&quot; 



&quot; Whurra for our side !&quot; exclaimed Seth, swinging his 

 beaver. 



&quot; But I hain t done with the women yet. You see our 

 Sally made up a batch of bread out of the new wheat that 

 I raised on Stone Hill. It was ground over to the city, so 

 that the whole stuff was Connecticut manufacture, from 

 top to bottom, wheat, flour, yeast, and the girl that made 

 it. And who d a thought, Seth, that same loaf of bread 

 took the premium.&quot; 



&quot;Didn t the gal blush when it was read off?&quot; inquired 

 Seth. 



&quot; I shouldn t wonder if she did ; but whether it was 

 about the bread, or one of the ministers that was on the 

 Committee, I couldn t say. They do say that the young 

 man they have just settled in Shadtown, is mighty fond of 

 exchanging with our man, and that Sally s singing is very 

 much to his mind. But that had nothing to do with the 

 premium, for it never got round that the bread was made 

 of Connecticut flour, until after the premiums were read 

 off. Then, you see, I let the cat out of the bag, and told 

 them that No. 5 was made out of our home-made flour by 

 our Sally. 



u John s onions, too, came out just as they were labeled, 



