Meanwhile my beans, the length of whose rows, added together, was seven miles already planted, were impatient to be hoed, for the earliest had grown considerably before the latest were in the ground; indeed they were not easily to be put off.
I planted about two acres and a half of upland; and as it was only about fifteen years since the land was cleared, and I myself had got out two or three cords of stumps, I did not give it any manure; but in the course of the summer it appeared by the arrowheads which I turned up in hoeing, that an extinct nation had anciently dwelt here and planted corn and beans ere white men came to clear the land, and so, to some extent, had exhausted the soil for this very crop.
There the sun lighted me to hoe beans, pacing slowly backward and forward over that yellow gravelly upland, between the long green rows, fifteen rods, the one end terminating in a shrub oak copse where I could rest in the shade, the other in a blackberry field where the green berries deepened their tints by the time I had made another bout.
In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans
and wanted to cook them.
The reader may wonder what was the trouble--why Mr Ferguson could not stalk out and brusquely dispose of his foe; but then the reader has not employed Master Bean for a month.
'Ah, Bean,' said Mr Ferguson, flitting rapidly, 'you still here?
'I fear, sir, that you will be unable to get out,' said Master Bean, sympathetically.
Warmed-over flapjacks, warmed-over beans, fried bacon, and coffee composed the breakfast.
Daylight, with the ax, chopped chunks off the frozen sausage of beans. These, thawed and warmed in the frying-pan, constituted their meal.
He looked to see if the dish of beans
was still there; the dish of beans
Phebe laughed at her woe till the beans
danced in the pan, but tried to comfort her by suggesting a means of relief.
"What's the matter with them beans
?" she challenged.
The daguerreotypist had found these beans
in a garret, over one of the seven gables, treasured up in an old chest of drawers by some horticultural Pyncheon of days gone by, who doubtless meant to sow them the next summer, but was himself first sown in Death's garden-ground.
"One day," concluded Kraft, solemnly, "there will come to Cypher's for a plate of beans a millionaire lumberman from Wisconsin, and he will marry Milly."
Straight to New York they hie, and lay their goods at the feet of the girl who serves them beans in a beanery.