THE EARTH'S BOUNTY 



that it would benefit that particular field, he 

 boiled over with indignation. 



" See here, Mrs. Saint Maur, you have done 

 fine with hens and such things, but you'll run 

 yourself and the farm to the devil if you take 

 up with all the quackery that is put together 

 by rogues that don't know a plow from a 

 toothpick! " 



No amount of argument or explanation 

 could banish his skepticism. For months, every 

 time we met, I had to listen to caustic remarks 

 about " book farming." 



The ten-acre field in question was a waste 

 of self-sown grass and weeds over corn stubble. 

 About the 10th of July the crop, such as it 

 was, was cut and cured for bedding, as we 

 could not afford to burn it, which would have 

 been much the better way. Late in September 

 the ground was plowed to a depth of eighteen 

 inches, the furrows being turned at an angle 

 to the ground, to insure rain and frost sinking 

 to the full depth of the newly opened subsoil. 

 Lime was then scattered broadcast the exact 



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