THE HACKBERRY TREE TELLS HIS STORY 



T T ELLO, Sonny ! When did you arrive?" asked 

 Big Hackberry Tree of a new arrival that had 

 just been planted on the other side of the fence. 



"I was planted here early this morning. Perhaps 

 before you were awake. I am a Memorial Tree," 

 replied Young Walnut Tree. "Happy Jack the 

 fox squirrel planted the walnut a few years ago 

 from which I grew, and as I later became an at- 

 tractive looking fellow, I was selected for this pur- 

 pose. I expect to grow up to be as big a tree as 

 you are, but that wiU take a long time. I wonder 

 how old you are, anyway," continued the young 

 sapling, as he looked up at the great tree, which 

 stood in the center of the beautiful road with a 

 concrete highway built on either side. The great 

 tree, fifteen feet in circumference and towering a 

 hundred feet in the air, stood like a sentinel and 

 guard over the entrance to the big farm. 



"Well, young fellow, I am quite a little over one 



hundred years old, as near as I can remember. 



When I first started to grow here, this country 



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