WHAT I KNOW ABOUT GARDENING. 121 



out of the dirt. That went into the first 

 crop. 



In this peaceful unison with yielding Na- 

 ture, I was a little taken aback to find that 

 a new enemy had turned up. The celery 

 had just rubbed through the fiery scorching 

 of the drought, and stood a faint chance to 

 grow, when I noticed on the green leaves a 

 big green-and-black worm, called, I believe, 

 the celery-worm : but I don't know who 

 called him ; I am sure I did not. It was al- 

 most ludicrous that he should turn up here, 

 just at the end of the season, when I sup- 

 posed that my war with the living animals 

 was over. Yet he was, no doubt, predesti- 

 nated ; for he went to work as cheerfully as if 

 he had arrived in June, when everything was 

 fresh and vigorous. It beats me, Nature 

 does. I doubt not that, if I were to leave 

 my garden now for a week, it would n't know 

 me on my return. The patch I scratched over 

 for the turnips, and left as clean as earth, is 

 already full of ambitious "pusley," which 

 grows with all the confidence of youth and 



