THE ADVENTURES OF A KERNEL OF CORN 



T TEY! Quit your crowding, stay over on your 

 own row," complained one of the twelve hun- 

 dred beautiful golden-yellow kernels of a high-grade 

 ear of Reid Yellow Dent corn in Farmer Good's big 

 seed house. It was a morning in January, after an 

 especially restless night. 



This fine ear of corn had been produced in Field 

 No. 53. of Farmer Good's big farm, and early in 

 October, before any frosts had injured the seed, he 

 had husked this ear with thousands of others and 

 placed them in the wire racks in this well-ventilated, 

 furnace-heated seed house to remain there during 

 the winter. As the moisture evaporated from the 

 cob and the kernels began to shrink, the cob grew 

 smaller and dryer, so that the kernels of the ear be- 

 came very tight and crowded. This caused no little 

 discomfort, and was the direct cause of the com- 

 plaint by the golden kernel on this January morning. 



"Look here, young fellow," spoke up a well-in- 

 formed neighbor in an adjoining rack, "you should 

 be thankful that you have such good health, and 



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