Story of the Hutchinsons (tribe of Jesse) . should be set, two to a hill. When this was done,the whole field presented the appearance of an armywith fixed bayonets awaiting a charge. This proved alucrative business, but throughout the long summeruntil the last of August, when the crop was gathered,required much hard work. Some love and poetry clus-tered around the picking and drying; the girls, in amerry, social mood, stood around with us; clutchingthe vines and stripping the hops into large heaps in thewell-filled boxes. Then would come the merry songand march to the house, as the bell or hor
Story of the Hutchinsons (tribe of Jesse) . should be set, two to a hill. When this was done,the whole field presented the appearance of an armywith fixed bayonets awaiting a charge. This proved alucrative business, but throughout the long summeruntil the last of August, when the crop was gathered,required much hard work. Some love and poetry clus-tered around the picking and drying; the girls, in amerry, social mood, stood around with us; clutchingthe vines and stripping the hops into large heaps in thewell-filled boxes. Then would come the merry songand march to the house, as the bell or horn would soundthe signal for dinner. The menu was very simple —corned-beef, cabbage, brown-bread, vegetables, some-times pudding, and plenty of baked sweet-apples andmilk for supper, with now and then a piece of white-oakcheese. My oldest brother, David, succeeded in getting thecontract of working the large three-acre hop-field forone season; and the time for gathering the crop havingcome, I, though quite young, inquired of David what he. THE TEIBE OF JESSE. 23 would pay for the services of a big boy like me, beinganxious to take part in the good-cheer of the replied, ^ I will board you for what you can do, or Iwill give you one cent for the term and you board 3our-self. I was on hand when the morning came, and toldhim I woidd take him up on his fii^t offer, reasoningthat it would save father that much if I could earn myboard. For more than two weeks I labored on, realiz-ing that boys must have their promotion yery slow, andthen only Avhen they grow or strike for it; but I madesure of a good time. In the evenings we sang ourhymns and psalms together. Among the pickers wasone quite talented girl, Lorena Smith, who amused therest by plajang her violin, one of her favorite piecesbeing, The Old Hen Calling her Chickens over theWall ; and the illustration she gave was a good imita-tion. These exercises made our joy complete. The time passed merrily away, and we were sor
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