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on!} 7 sorry that I had not begun to plant fruit trees earlier. 

 I hope your young readers will learn wisdom and improve 

 the present season. 



Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKEB, ESQ. 

 HooJcertown, Sept. 15, 1862. 



NO. 62. TIM BUNKER ON RUNNING ASTERN. 



&quot; A great crop of corn this,&quot; said Patrick, as he threw 

 the tenth red ear over the heap of stalks from which he 

 was husking. 



&quot; Taint nothing to what I ve seen over on the Island 

 when I used to live there,&quot; said Uncle Jotham Sparrow- 

 grass, with a look that would have annihilated anybody 

 but an Irishman. 



&quot; An how much d ye think ye ve seen over there, old 

 fellow?&quot; asked Pat, determined to sift matters to the 

 bottom. 



&quot; Eighty bushels to the acre of clean shell corn, and 

 nothing used but fish manure neither.&quot; 



&quot; An sure that was some corn, but the Squire will have 

 a hundred as sure as ye re born. That is the tenth red 

 ear, and we have not been husking an hour yet, and every 

 red ear marks ten bushels, they say.&quot; 



&quot; Red ears ! you fool ! &quot; exclaimed Uncle Jotham, &quot; th* 

 corn is more than quarter red ears. There won t bx$ 

 seventy bushels to the acre on any part of the Squire s farm, 

 I know.&quot; 



&quot;You must go over to neighbor Frink s to see corn,&quot; 

 remarked Seth Twiggs, drily, as he sat on his milking 



