moon.”
■ “Me too,” says Sister Gooden, “I bin
a-gwine by the moon all my life, mo and
my ole man too, we plants ever’ thing
: that bars its fruit under the ground in the.
dark of the ntoon. sie'n as turnips, ti ters,
beets, ing-ons, ami goobers and sich like:
ami the things that liar on top of th
gioumiAwe plants in the hght *>:' th
t ' ' >
■
will havM more roots, and full *
and the xW'is grows closter t- y er ye 3
if you pl.it in tl ■, she prolI "
and y>u take rll ,. niol
moon—” \ » about
. “Sh—sb— shV~ce ’ eo ,„
Green. “You - Wk a.y < old S’
■ -Pinkney ’pearswo l«- a-g„ , •- ; vhile, f
“Thank the swdiiess, s to °
easy,” says ’.g.' ° ’P>
ever. “Now es sho takes a turn
better long- about midnight and don
no backset tomorrow, she'll more’n.
i pull thoo.” BETSY HAMILTC
| Auburn, Ala., May 3d..
