HAPPY HOLLOW FARM 135 



ing in the field. But when the grain formed 

 we knew we should have to wait a while for our 

 full yield another year, or maybe two, till 

 the new strain would have accommodated itself 

 to its new surroundings. That was all right 

 with me. It was plain that we would beat last 

 year's yield, anyway. So we did, with a har- 

 vest of a little more than forty bushels more 

 than three times the yield our tenant had got 

 two years before. That was all satisfactory 

 for the present. Most farmers in this country 

 would have been content to let that record 

 stand, considering everything; but after har- 

 vest Sam and I had one of our talks about the 

 years to come. 



"Sam," I said, "that's pretty good corn. 

 The quality's away up yonder. But does it 

 suit you?" 



Sam grinned. "I'm an awful hard man to 

 suit, when it comes to growing corn," he said. 

 "I've never been just to say suited yet." 



"Well, listen," I said. "They told me at the 

 station that we can get seventy-five bushels on 

 this land, if we know how to farm. We have 

 over thirty bushels to go yet. Let's make it 

 fifty, instead of thirty. Let's run it up to bet- 



