Meadow and Mountain 



"MAIZE IN FULL TASSEL" 



The farmer's fields are the fruit of the plow. Few 

 flowers are more sightly than maize in full tassel and silk. 

 The comely curves and deep-green of its leaves, the tassel, 

 full-hung with tiny and pendant flecks of bloom, and the 

 husk-hidden ear with its tender and beautiful silk these 

 are a sight worth any one's seeing. No distiller of perfumes 

 has quite caught the corny-scent that flows from such a field 

 when wind-blown. It is good enough for the gods. There is 

 a pleasing, reminiscent atmosphere that hangs about a 

 shock of corn. It piques the memory and minds you of 

 summer showers, fragrance, and sunshine. Then, when the 

 corn is husked, to see the hopper piled above the rim with 

 great, white ears that is a sight that gladdens the heart 

 of man and beast! Wait a little, and you shall have hoe- 

 cakes, corn-pone, or batter-cakes, according as you like. 



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