There comes a time when the man whose occupation >is sedentary has to break away, and go ofi in search of adventures. Books lose their interest and the kindly earth calls with a voice that will not brook neglect. Such a time was this afternoon, and in expe~ tation of a wetting I sct off. The land looks well and fruitful. Fav-mers were busy in various' plots sowing peanuts. One whom addressed was planting a nice little plot while his wfe followed him with a generous hand: ul of nourishment for each little nest.
"Have you planted your maize said I "Not yet." "Millet "ies, some days ago." In many places the maize is already planted. We have sonze in the school grounds already four inches high. I passed down the slope, rich 2s far as eye could see with hopes of harvest. the banks and by-ways were bright with flowers: a pretty little blue gentian tnat lifts his bright eye everywhere round hers, wha forget-me-nots, yellow composite of various sorts, and pretty Lttle yellow flower with five petals and numerous stamens whose name I do not know. Just then the expected rain began and T made for clump of friendly cottages down in a hollow. Before very long I was seated on one of benches watehng the folk thresh their peas in their own primitive style. One old lady with grey hair and not more than four feet to her stature roused my admiration with the way in which she swung her flail round.
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