opening facing soutli. The dynamite was stored in this, only as much as was needed for immediate 

 work being removed at a time. 



"Dynamite camp" was first located in the house plot, but as the work moved westward, camp 

 also had to move. Finally we located in the windbreak, placing cords of wood to the west, north, and 

 east, leaving the south open. An old sail cloth was thrown over the wood-pile in the daytime, keeping 

 out the winds and making a warm sunny sheltered spot. Here the dynamiters prepared their charges, 

 placing them when ready in a small box, in the bottom of which was some hot manure, a cloth was 

 thrown over the top and the lid closed down. Thus they were transported safely to the stumps already 

 prepared for charging. 



The acres were cleared up quickly and cleanly, the stumpage running from 270 up to 337 on the 

 eighth acre, the ninth numbered 334, and when they started blowing the tenth we felt our goal was 

 nearly reached. 



Dynamiter Kissam and the "Captain," or "Cap," as Dell was more often called, worked harder 

 than ever. They started the acre November 2d and blew 110 stumps that day: the next 97, next 20, 

 next 6C, next 99, but apparently they made no impression upon it. We became impatient, the fall was 

 slipping by and that last acre hung fire. 



"Charlie, can't you get someone else to help you, we must get this acre and as much of the dairy 

 as possible done this fall." 



"Why, yes, I guess Ed. Underbill, cf Syosset, will help me." 



■'Telegraph him, then, and see if he will come out to-night," said the Senior Partner. 



The "water boy" carried the message to the depot and "Ed" appeared on the evening train. My! 

 how these three boys worked the next 3 days, until on the 16th they made a record blow of 160 stumps, 

 bringing this acre up to 797 stumps over average size. I blew by electric spark the last one, and this 

 10 acres, up tc this time a drag upon the community, took its place in the rank of the world's producers. 



Three cheers arose from us all, even the Italians throwing their hats in the air, and giving vent 

 to their feelings. 



By this time the plow and harrow were well up to the dynamiter, so that the next day saw the 10 

 acres seeded down to rye and the telegram that went to the President read like this: 



"Number I's ten acres cleared, plowed, disc harrowed, cross harrowed with a spring tooth harrow 

 and drilled with rye in 64^ working days from the start of clearing." 



And the answer came: 



"Coneratulation.s." 



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