A furrow was now made of which Mr. Jones himself need not have been ashamed; and he laughed as he said, at parting "You"ll do. I see you"ve got enough Yankee in you to try more ways than one."
We kept at work manfully, although the day was warm, and by noon the plot was furrowed one way. After dinner we took an hour"s partial rest in sh.e.l.ling our corn and then resumed our work, and in the same manner began furrowing at right angles with the first rows. The hills were thus about four feet apart each way. Merton dropped the corn after we had run half a dozen furrows.
"Drop five kernels," I said; for Mr. Jones had told us that four stalks were enough and that three would do, but had added: "I plant five kernels, for some don"t come up, and the crows and other vermints take others. If all of "em grow, it"s easier to pull up one stalk at the first hoeing than to plant over again."
We found that putting in the corn was a lighter task than planting the potatoes even though we did our own furrowing; and by the middle of May we were complacent over the fact that we had succeeded with our general spring work far better than we had hoped, remembering that we were novices who had to take so much counsel from books and from our kind, practical neighbor.
The foliage of the trees was now out in all its delicately shaded greenery, and midday often gave us a foretaste of summer heat. The slight blaze kindled in the old fireplace, after supper, was more for the sake of good cheer than for needed warmth, and at last it was dispensed with. Thrushes and other birds of richer and fuller song had come, and morning and evening we left the door open that we might enjoy the varied melody.
Our first plantings of potatoes and early vegetables were now up and looked promising. So a new phase of labor--that of cultivation--began.
New broods of chickens were coming off, and Winnie had many families to look after. Nevertheless, although there was much to attend to, the season was bringing a short breathing-spell, and I resolved to take advantage of it. So I said one Friday evening: "If to-morrow is fair, we"ll take a vacation. What do you say to a day"s fishing and sailing on the river?"
A jubilant shout greeted this proposal, and when it had subsided, Mousie asked, "Can"t Junior go with us?"
"Certainly," I replied; "I"ll go over right after supper, and make sure that his father consents."
Mr. Jones said, "Yes," and Merton and Junior were soon busy with their preparations, which were continued until the long twilight deepened into dusk.
CHAPTER XXIX
WE GO A-FISHING
The following day, happily, proved all that we could desire. The children were up with the dawn, and Junior was not long in joining us.
By eight o"clock we had finished breakfast and the morning work, our lunch-basket was packed, and the market-wagon stood at the door. Mr.
Jones had good-naturedly promised to take a look at the premises occasionally to see that all was right. I had put but one seat in the wagon for my wife and myself, since the young people decided that a straw-ride to the river would be "more fun than a parlor-car."
My wife entered into the spirit of this little outing with a zest which gave me deep content. Her face indicated no regretful thoughts turning toward the Egypt of the city; her mother love was so strong that she was happy with the children. The robins, of which there seemed no end about the house, gave us a tuneful and hilarious send-off; the grown people and children whom we met smiled and cheered, following us with envious eyes. Each of the children held a pole aloft, and Merton said that "the wagon looked as if our Lima-bean patch was off on a visit."
In the village we increased our stock of lines and hooks, and bought a few corks for floats. We soon reached the mouth of the Moodna Creek, where stood a weather-beaten boat-house, with a stable adjoining, in which old Bay could enjoy himself in his quiet, prosaic way. A good-sized boat was hired, and, as the tide was in, we at first decided to go up the creek as far as possible and float down with the ebb.
This, to the children, was like a voyage of discovery, and there was a general airing of geography, each little bay, point, and gulf receiving some noted name. At last we reached a deep, shaded pool, which was eventually dubbed "Bobsey"s Luck;" for he nearly fell into it in his eagerness to take off a minnow that had managed to fasten itself to his hook.
Merton and Junior, being more experienced anglers, went ash.o.r.e to make some casts on the ripples and rapids of the stream above, and secured several fine "winfish." The rest of us were content to take it easy in the shade and hook an occasional cat and sun fish. At last the younger children wanted variety, so I permitted them to land on the wooded bank, kindle a little fire, and roast some clams that we had bought at the boat-house. The smoke and the tempting odors lured Merton and Junior, who soon proved that boys" appet.i.tes can always be depended upon.
Time pa.s.sed rapidly, and I at last noticed that the tide had fallen to such a degree as to fill me with alarm.
"Come, youngsters," I cried, "we must go back at once, or we shall have to stay here till almost night."
They scrambled on board, and we started down-stream, but soon came to shallow water, as was proved by the swift current and the ripples. A moment later we were hard aground. In vain we pushed with the oars; the boat would not budge. Then Junior sat down and coolly began to take off shoes and stockings. In a flash Merton followed his example. There was no help for it, and we had no time to lose. Over they splashed, lightening the boat, and taking the "painter," or tie-rope, at the bow, they pulled manfully. Slowly at first, but with increasing progress, the keel grated over the stones, and at last we were again afloat. A round of applause greeted the boys as they sprung back into the boat, and away we went, cautiously avoiding shoals and sand-bars, until we reached Plum Point, where we expected to spend the remainder of the day. Here, for a time, we had excellent sport, and pulled up sunfish and white perch of a very fair size. Bobsey caught so large a specimen of the former variety that he had provided himself with a supper equal even to his capacity.
The day ended in unalloyed pleasure, and never had the old farm-house looked so like home as when it greeted us again in the evening glow of the late spring sun. Merton and Junior divided the finny spoils to their satisfaction, while Winnie and I visited the chicken-coops and found that there had been no mishaps during our absence. I told my boy that I would milk the cow while he cleaned the fish for supper, and when at last we sat down we formed a tired, hilarious, and hungry group. Surely, if fish were created to be eaten, our enjoyment of their browned sweetness must have rounded out their existence completely.
"O papa!" exclaimed Merton, at the breakfast table, on Monday morning; "we haven"t planted any musk and water melons!"
"That is true," I replied. "I find that I overlooked melons in making out my list of seeds. Indeed, I pa.s.sed them over, I imagine, as a luxury that we could dispense with the first year."
"I"ll take care of "em if you will only let us have some," persisted the boy; and the other children joined in his request.
"But the garden is all filled up," I said, thoughtfully; "and I fear it is too late to plant now."
Looks of disappointment led me to think further and I got one of my seed catalogues.
"Here are some early kinds named and perhaps they would mature; but where shall we put them?"
"Seems to me we had better have a little less corn, if room can be made for melons," was Merton"s suggestion.
"I"ll tell you what we"ll do," I continued. "We"ve had such good fortune in accomplishing our early work, and you have helped so nicely, that you shall try your hand at melons. Drive your mother and Mousie down to the village this morning, and get some seeds of the nutmeg musk-melon and Phinney"s early watermelon. I"ll take two rows in the early corn on the warm garden slope, pull up every third hill, and make, in their places, nice, warm, rich beds for the seed which we will plant as soon as you come back. I don"t believe the corn will shade the melon vines too much; and as soon as we have taken off the green ears we will cut away the stalks. Thus we shall get two crops from the same ground."
This plan was carried out, and the melon seed came up in a very promising way.
CHAPTER x.x.x
WEEDS AND WORKING FOR DEAR LIFE
The beautiful transition period of spring pa.s.sing into summer would have filled us with delight had we not found a hostile army advancing on us--annual weeds. When we planted the garden, the soil was brown and clean. The early vegetables came up in well-defined green rows, the weeds appearing with them, too few and scattered to cause anxiety. Now all was changed. Weeds seemed created by magic in a night. The garden was becoming evenly green throughout; and the vegetables, in some cases, could scarcely be distinguished from the ranker growth of crowding, unknown plants among and around them. I also saw that our corn and potato field would soon become, if left alone, as verdant as the meadow beyond. I began to fear that we could not cope with these myriads of foes, little now, but growing while we slept, and stealing a march on us in one part of the place while we destroyed them in another.
With something like dismay I called Mr. Jones"s attention to these silent forces, invading, not only the garden and fields, but the raspberries and, indeed, all the ground now devoted to fruit.
He laughed and said: "The Philistines are on you, sure enough. I"m busy whackin" them over myself, but I guess I"ll have to come and give you a lift, for you must get these weeds well under before hayin" and raspberry-pickin"-time comes. It"s warm to-day, and the ground"s middlin" dry. I"ll show you what can be done in short metre. By the way, I"ll give you a little wrinkle worth knowin". I"ve observed that you didn"t bring the children to the country to be like weeds--just ter grow and run ter seed, ye know. It"s "stonishin" how soon weeds, whether they"re people or pusley, get seedy. Well, now, call the children and come with me to the garden."
We were all soon there, including my wife, who shared my solicitude.
"You see," resumed Mr. Jones, "that these weakly little rows of carrots, beets, and onions would soon be choked by these weeds, not an inch high yet. The same is true of the corn and peas and other sags.
The pertaters are strong enough to take care of themselves for a time, but not long. I see you and Merton have been tryin" to weed and hoe them out at the same time. Well, you can"t keep up with the work in that way. Take now this bed of beets; the weeds are gettin" even all over it, and they"re thicker, if anywhere, right in the row, so that it takes a good eye to see the beets. But here they are, and here they run across the bed. Now look at me. One good showin" is worth all the tellin" and readin" from now to Christmas. You see, I begin with my two hands, and pull out all the weeds on each side of the little row, and I pull "em away from the young beets so as not to disturb them, but to leave "em standin" straight and saucy. Careless hands will half pull out the vegetables at the same time with the weeds. I had to strap Junior once before he learned that fact, and it was amazin" how I helped his eyesight and trained his fingers through his back. Well, now, you see, I"ve cleared out this row of beets half across the bed and the ground for an inch or two on each side of it. I drop the weeds right down in the s.p.a.ces between the rows, for the sun will dry "em up before dinner-time. Now I"ll take another row."
By this time Merton and I were following his example, and in a few moments a part of three more rows had been treated in the same way.
"Now," continued Mr. Jones, "the weeds are all out of the rows that we"ve done, and for a little s.p.a.ce on each side of "em. The beets have a chance to grow unchoked, and to get ahead. These other little green varmints in the ground, between the rows, are too small to do any harm yet. Practically the beets are cleaned out, and will have all the ground they need to themselves for three or four days; but these weeds between the rows would soon swamp everything. Now, give me a hoe, and I"ll fix THEM."
He drew the useful tool carefully and evenly through the s.p.a.ces between the rows, and our enemies were lying on their sides ready to wither away in the morning sun.
"You see after the rows are weeded out how quickly you can hoe the s.p.a.ces between "em," my neighbor concluded. "Now the children can do this weedin". Your and Merton"s time"s too valyble. When weeds are pulled from right in and around vegetables, the rest can stand without harm for a while, till you can get around with the hoe and cultivator.
This weedin" out business is "specially important in rainy weather, for it only hurts ground to hoe or work it in wet, showery days, and the weeds don"t mind it a bit. Warm, sunny spells, when the soil"s a little dry, is the time to kill weeds. But you must be careful in weedin"
then, or you"ll so disturb the young, tender sa.s.s that it"ll dry up, too. See, I"ll pull some weeds carelessly. Now obsarve that the beets are half jerked up also. Of course that won"t answer. I"ll come over this afternoon with my cultivator, and we"ll tackle the corn and pertaters, and make such a swath among these green Philistines that you"ll sleep better to-night. But ye"re goin" to come out right, mind, I tell ye so; and I"ve seen mor"n one city squash come to the country with the idee that they were goin" to beat us punkins all holler."
And he left us laughing and hopeful.
"Come, Winnie and Bobsey, begin here on each side of me. I"ll show you this morning and then I trust you can be left to do the weeding carefully by yourselves to-morrow. Pressing as the work is, you shall have your afternoons until the berries are ripe."
"Can"t I help, too?" asked Mousie.