HAY-MAKING.

UT the greatest fun of our visit to Uncle’s Farm was the hay-
making. How we tossed about the fresh sweet grass with

our prongs and forks, and heaped it up in: pretty little piles or hay-
cocks! and then we buried each other under it. Mary would not
be buried; but while she sat gravely on a hay-cock, we stole softly
behind her, and pulled the hay gently away at the back, and in she
sank! Then we tossed it all over her; but she jumped up and
shook it off (laughing very good-temperedly, I must say), and threw
heaps of it back at us again, and we had a race all over the field,
pelting each other. When the hay was quite dry and well made,
the men came and carted it, and that was great fun for us boys.
The girls and Mamma sat down on the hay-cocks, and watched us;
but they often had to give up their seats and get fresh ones, while
we climbed to the top of the load, and helped to take up the cocks,
and pack them at the top of it, till the waggon was as full as

possible,