210 THE TIM BUNKEK PAPEKS. 



and I have never yet got hay so big that the cattle would 

 not eat it up clean. Cut your heavy grass a little earlier, 

 and cure it well, and there is no trouble about making 

 good fodder. A well-drained, corn-fed sile never turns 

 Indian, Jake Frink to the contrary notwithstanding. 

 Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER, ESQ. 

 Hookertown^ Aug. 15, 1862. 



NO. 61. TIM BUNKER IN HIS GARDEN. 



&quot; What kind of pears do you call them, naber ? &quot; asked 

 Jake Frink as he stood admiring a dwarf Flemish Beauty, 

 loaded with ruddy, russet fruit. 



&quot; That is a dwarf pear tree,&quot; said I. 



&quot; It looks like a giant,&quot; said Jake, confounding the tree 

 with the fruit. &quot; I never see such pears in all my life. 

 Nothing but perries 11 grow on my place. I ve heern of 

 them dwarfs, but never tried em. Do all come as big as 

 that?&quot; 



&quot; Well, you see, they graft almost any kind of pear on 

 quince, and that makes the tree grow small. But the 

 fruit is generally bigger than it is on the pear stock. 

 Dwarfing does not alter the fruit. It only makes the tree 

 small.&quot; 



&quot; Dew tell ! You see, I thought dwarfs was all of one 

 kind. I shall have to own up on these pears, naber. I 

 tell d you at the time you were settin em eout, five years 

 ago, that they never would come to nothin . Uncle Jotham 

 sot eout a lot, and his n didn t dew nothin . They grew 

 miserable scrubs, got lousy and worm-eaten, and I guess 



