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Show Again neard From. From the Detroit Free Press: "Don't j It teat all, Si," said Seta Groggins, as he pressed down slightly on the scale pan in weighing out three-quarters of a pound of sugar. "Did ye ever see it colder than this fur this time o' th' yer?" Si Green broke a cracker and thrust the bits into his mouth. "No, can't say 't I ever did," he muttered thoughtfully, "less it wuz th' fall o' '.'2. Tur'ble fall, th' fall o' '32 in these parts. Hed snow th' las' week in August. Aug-ust. All th' sheep friz. Graound wuz froze solid fi' feet down by middle o' September. I'll never fergit haow mother set up fur four days, 'ithout food ner sleep makin' canton flannel night shirts fur th' wheat. If it hedn't bin fur thet, father'd lost th' hull crop. As 'twas he reelized seventy-tew bushel. bush-el. Eut it's pritty cold naow." |