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asked me to assume the care of the hospital 

 farm adjacent to Uie wards. The patients did 

 the work and renewed their own vigor while 

 supplying the means of health to ofiers. One- 

 armed heroes could sow seed and weed, though 

 they could not dig and hoe. After the usual 

 discouragements in getting started, we made a 

 fine success, and sent fresh vegetables to the 

 patients daily by the four-mule-team load. 



After the war, I was settled over a country 

 church, one mile from West Point Military 

 Academy, and of course looked around for a 

 garden as naturally as a migratory water-fowl 

 for water. I know what bird some unsuccessful 

 gardeners will think of, but I will prove them 

 mistaken. The one, I mean the garden not the 

 goose, adjoining the parsonage was little more 

 than a sand heap, and very small. In brief, 

 quite a come-down from my forty-acre rich Vir- 

 ginia farm. There were a vine or two, three 

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