. Country life reader . olly! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? From all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound,A murmur as of waters, from skies and trees and birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo;And over hill and hollov/ rings again the loud halloo:Polly! Polly! The cows are in the corn!Oh, Wheres Polly?185 i86 COUNTRY LIFE READER Above the trees, the honey-bees swarm by with buzz and boom,And in the field and garden a thousand blossoms the farmers meadow a brown-eyed daisy blows,And down at the edge of the hollow a red and thorn
. Country life reader . olly! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? From all the misty morning air there comes a summer sound,A murmur as of waters, from skies and trees and birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo;And over hill and hollov/ rings again the loud halloo:Polly! Polly! The cows are in the corn!Oh, Wheres Polly?185 i86 COUNTRY LIFE READER Above the trees, the honey-bees swarm by with buzz and boom,And in the field and garden a thousand blossoms the farmers meadow a brown-eyed daisy blows,And down at the edge of the hollow a red and thorny Polly ! Polly ! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? How strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter!The farmers wife is listening now, and wonders whats the , wild the birds are singing in the wood and on the whistling up the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill. But Polly ! Polly ! The cows are in the corn !Oh, Wheres Polly? Richard Watson Gilder. ^^^X^.->. # A DAY ON THE FARM Father came into our room where we were asleep, carry-ing a lamp. He woke us and we started up, looking blink-ingly at the light. As soon as we were awake he said:Boys, the cows are out; come quick, before they wan-der away. Soon we are up and dressed and are going we go down he tells us that he has just heard them gopast his window, and that if we hurry they will not havetime to wander far. So we boys hurriedly scratch a lightand hunt for our boots. This is all done in much less timethan it takes to tell it, and it is not more than a few sec-onds after we are dressed, till we are bursting out of thedoor into the darkness. Darkness—for as we came outI glanced at the clock and saw the time, , and thenthis night has been made especially dark by a thunder-storm which has just passed over. We have a lantern and as we go we stop to peer into thedarkness for the marauders. We cannot see them; sowe pass on, out behind the barn,
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