The Pulaskian., 1920-08-26

stuck to 1t as he has been at any, thing else. There are not many small town children who would turn in and make good hands on the farm right at the first trial.
 He has a house rented in Roland, but 1t took up so much of his time and was so much trouble to cross the river that he bought him an army tent and moved his family over and they are just camping there. They are actually camping; it is not sim ply called camping, for they have nothing but small camping outfit, as they had to leave most of their things in the house in Roland. That is not all, they are enjoying it to the limit, and 1t is as enjoyable an out ing as any body of wealthy campers ever took. It is full of romance, too. It is instead of a lone Robin son Crusoe a whole family of Cru soes. Though they work hard all week they work harder on Sundays exploring their island and enjoying it, and when night comes they are tireder than on any week day night. There are miles of sandbars to ex- plore, curious birds and animals, strange things float ashore and at the upper end a few interesting gravel are found. The oldest boy and Blanche, the little girl, have been hunting rock ever since they first saw my collection in Houston. The boy is so persistent at it that Mir. Farmer calls him MT. Beck. Mir. Farmer thinks he is the most forum ate man in the world and it is just their enjoyment of their good fortune that has caused them to loose all that superauous flesh; it's not the hard work.
 MT. Farmer paid thirty cents an hour for labor to clear his land and tried to have all the stumps cut even with the ground and usually sue ceeded at it. He broke the land with a two-horse blow just the same as if it had been old land. He had fish fin coulter welded onto the point of the blow, with which he would cut the small two-inch stumps half in two the first round and finish them the next or plow them up as though they were only weeds. As to the stumps and trees so much soil had been deposited around them by over flows that he could blow up to them just the same as if they had been posts. The land is as mellow as an ash bank and in walking across it, it mattered not whether 1t was sand or black land, your foot would settle down in it to the instep. never saw such fine friable soil before. It was joy to just walk over it and see the way stuff grows on it. l have already written up one man as the best farmer in Pulaski county, but this don't count for it's on Romance Island, the home of the Arkansas Crusoes. It's all better than any thing else in Pulaski county. His corn when only one stalk to the hill has two to four suckers on each stalk and they are just as good as the parent stalk and they usually have two ears each. There will be as many as eight ears to some hills. Never before in my life have 1 seen such corn as 1t. It is now just en- tering the roasting ear stage. His cotton is proportionately good. A right smart better at the present than any other cotton in the county. His sweet potatoes have great big broad black leaves on them, so big and broad that they don't look like sweet potatoes. His cucumbers look like pumpkins, are twelve inches long and five inches in diameter. His toma- toes are fine and so are his canta- loupes, but his watermelons are not so good. He was told that if he would just scatter the seed on the white sandbars they would grow and make the finest of melons, so he planted them on a sandy piece of land and it proved his information was wrong.
 Continued next week.