298 HAPPY HOLLOW FARM 



It's worth as much as the straw, at least five 

 or six dollars a ton. 



We shan't sell our crops in the raw; but if 

 we were to sell we'd realize about $2,000. 



In 1908, the year we bought the farm, the 

 tenant's crop summed up sixty bushels of 

 wheat, thirty bushels of oats, one hundred 

 and twenty bushels of corn, a few small 

 loads of fodder, and no hay. If he had 

 owned the entire crop and had sold on the 

 average prices of December 1, his gross income 

 would have been about $165, with nothing 

 counted out for labor. And his crop was about 

 on a footing with the crops grown on other 

 farms here that were run as ours was. 



So, considering everything, we feel that our 

 farming has paid and that we have succeeded 

 uncommonly well. If future years showed 

 no improvement over this year in point of 

 yields, if we made no further advance in any 

 way, and if there were no income from any 

 other source, we could live in security on our 

 farm. We could indulge no extravagances, 

 but we could get along very comfortably. 

 We'd be well above the poverty level. If we 

 knew distress it wouldn't be the distress of 

 hunger or privation. 



