Bargon he will have six hunder' dollar, and you a new dress and a hired girl to help you.' "But all the time that day I think about a hail-storm or a hot wind whenever I look out on that hunder' acre farm.

It is so beautiful, as you can guess--the wheat, the barley, the corn, the potatoes, the turnip, all green like sea-water, and pigeons and wild ducks flying up and down, and the horse and the ox standing in a field ver' comfer'ble.
"We have good time that day, and go to bed all happy that night.

I get up at five o'clock, an' I go hout.

Bargon stan' there looking hout on his field with the horse-bridle in his hand.

'The air not feel right,' he say to me.