THE TIM BUNKEli J PA?EKS. . ; - , - , - , , , KU 



wl little as soon as they can hold a jack-knife, and to exer 

 cise the creative art in general. I thought it was a very 

 natural and human thing for me to undertake to create a 

 piece of meadow. It was all the more natural for me, be 

 cause I wanted a few more tons of hay to winter my cat 

 tle on, as I could pasture more in the summer than I could 

 carry through the foddering season without buying hay. 



But Deacon Little seemed to think it was a presump 

 tuous thing, and a little nearer to sacrilege than anything 

 should be up here &quot; in the land of steady habits.&quot; The 

 deacon, having passed his four score years some time ago, 

 is one of the good old men, who belong to a former age, 

 whom death seems to forget, they are so exemplary in all 

 their deportment. The Bible is not only his authority in 

 all religious matters, as it should be, but in every thing 

 else. lie at once brought my project to this test. Said 

 he to me one day : 



&quot; It is of no use, Timothy c a salt land and not inhab 

 ited, is written in the Bible, and you might as well expect 

 English hay on the plains of Sodom, as on that mash.&quot; 



&quot; But salt grass grows there now, and if you shut off 

 the sea-water, why will not the fresh grasses grow ?&quot; I 

 asked. 



&quot; Ah ! Timothy, you forget that the Almighty made 

 that a salt mash, and His works are perfect.&quot; 



&quot;Perfect for some uses, but not for ours. He has made 

 me with brains to make new creations, and I shall try to 

 make that piece of land over again.&quot; 



&quot; You are a sorry infidel, Tim Bunker, I am sorry to say 

 it,&quot; and the old man left me, with a very poor opinion of 

 my reverence for the Divine workmanship. 



My other neighbors had as poor an opinion of my judg 

 ment and good sense, as the deacon had of my veneration 

 for the Almighty. At the time the gate was put in, they 

 were all on hand to see the new hobby. 



&quot; What new-fangled consarn s that ?&quot; asked Jake Frink. 



