THE FARMER OF YESTERDAY 13 



because there was too much corn and too many 

 hogs, and not enough people in the whole 

 world to eat the hogs; when there was no- 

 body so poor as the farmer. 



And, standing before him now, was the very 

 man who had gone down in the traditions of 

 the family as having been hooked and landed 

 by the second generation of Jeremiahs at ten 

 dollars an acre. The memory of that ten dol- 

 lars had bathed the declining days of the 

 second generation in sunshine. 



And here was the third generation, looking 

 wistfully at the fat fields crowding the fence 

 posts, wondering what had become of the 

 swamp, the wood lot, the hog-wallow, and the 

 mud road. 



"Ten dollars an acre!" Jeremiah was mus- 

 ing to himself. He was dreaming of the magic 

 carpet with a 



And the willow-bank farmer . . . What 

 was he dreaming about? He was dreaming 

 of Saskatchewan. He was anxious to scamper 

 across the map with his three stalwart sons to 

 the last tee. He liked the looks of this senti- 

 mental young couple. He would do his best 

 to arrange matters for them. 



Not on the basis of corn as fuel, however. 



