MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



TWELFTH WEEK. 



MR. HORACE GREELEY, the introduction 

 of whose name confers an honor upon this 

 page (although I ought to say that it is used 

 entirely without his consent), is my sole au- 

 thority in agriculture. In politics, I do not 

 dare to follow him ; but in agriculture he is 

 irresistible. When, therefore, I find him 

 advising Western farmers not to hill up their 

 corn, I think that his advice must be politi- 

 cal. You must hill up your corn. People 

 always have hilled up their corn. It would 

 take a constitutional amendment to change 

 the practice that has pertained ever since 

 maize was raised. " It will stand the drought 

 better," says Mr. Greeley, " if the ground is 

 left level." I have corn in my garden, ten 

 and twelve feet high, strong and lusty, stand- 

 ing the drought like a grenadier ; and it is 

 hilled. In advising this radical change, Mr, 



