200 THE TIM BUNKER PAPERS. 



NO. 60. TIM BUNKER ON SWAMPS TURNING 

 INDIAN. 



&quot; So you see it s turnin Injun agin,&quot; said Deacon Little, 

 as he looked into the horse-pond lot where I was mowing 

 with the machine. 



&quot; I guess you didn t make so much eout of me in that 

 bargain as you tho t for, Squire Bunker,&quot; said Jake Frink, 

 as he joined the Deacon at the fence a few days ago. 



&quot; What evidence of Indian do you see in this grass ? &quot; 

 I inquired. 



&quot; Plenty on t,&quot; answered the Deacon. &quot; There s dock, 

 and rushes, and brakes I told you so. I never knew r it 

 to fail. A reclaimed swamp allers turns Injun arter a year 

 or two.&quot; 



&quot; And you hain t got more n half the grass you had last 

 year,&quot; chimed in Jake Frink. &quot; Neow Squire, I du say, 

 if you re sick of your bargain, I ll take that lot back agin 

 at jest half the price you gin me and that is mighty 

 fair.&quot; 



&quot; How much hay will I get here to the acre, think you ?&quot; 

 I inquired of Jake. 



&quot; Wall neow, naber, it ll be tight squeezin to git a ton 

 and a half, and the first crop was three tun three year 

 ago.&quot; 



&quot;And that tun and a half,&quot; I replied, &quot;will be worth 

 $25. Taking out $3 for cost of harvesting, and $4 more 

 for interest of land and cost of manure, it leaves $18, or 

 the interest on $300 an acre. Should I be a wise one to 

 sell it for $10 an acre?&quot; 



&quot; But see them rushes and brakes, Squire Bunker !&quot; ex 

 claimed the Deacon.&quot; You see the Almighty made that a 



