Some Sins of Nature 47 



I retired from the trucking business, and 

 decided that hay was good enough for me. 



I built a big hay barrack and put in a 

 trolley fork and seeded the farm in peas, 

 clover and grasses. 



In six weeks after the barn was built, a 

 storm blew it down. I cheerfully rebuilt it. 



We jammed it full of pea hay in one end 

 and timothy and clover in the other. Besides, 

 we had every other barn full and some 

 stacked in the field. At last, I saw daylight. 

 The hay under cover was selling at the barn 

 door for enough to pay all expenses and give 

 me $1,000 in a dividend. Again I shook 

 hands with myself and wondered why the 

 farmers of Gloucester county didn't have sense 

 enough to raise hay. When I opened the big 

 new barn to sell the first load out of the pile of 

 ton on ton where my profits lay, I found it 

 had rotted beneath the surface. It cost me 

 fifty dollars to clear that barn of hay. 



Then an epidemic of a strange horse 



