Frank Beers, Huntsman. 113 



damaging a portion of the corn in the shape of 

 a crescent, treading the crop out of existence, 

 to all appearance. I saw it and sent word to 

 the man that he should not sustain any loss when 

 he gathered his crop. At harvest time I asked 

 him what he claimed. " Nothing," he said, " I 

 wish they had done it all, I had more straw and 

 corn too, where the horses went ! " 



