MY LOAD RECEIVES AN EMBARRASSING ADDITION I still had some corn for my cattle, of the original supply which I had got from Rucker in Madison.

Hay was fifteen dollars a ton, and all it cost the producer was a year's foresight and the labor of putting it up; for there were millions of acres of wild grass going to waste which made the sweet-smelling hay that old horsemen still prefer to tame hay.

It hadn't quite the feeding value, pound for pound, that the best timothy and clover has; but it was a wonderful hay that could be put up in the clear weather of the fall when the ground is dry and warm, and cured so as to be free from dust.

My teams never got the heaves when I fed prairie hay.

It graveled me like sixty to pay such a price, but I had to do it because the season was just between hay and grass.