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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 1906, 11 February 1875, Page 2

A Test Dry Time. —An honest old farmer from the conntry gave his recollections of the hot spell as follows :—" It was so dry that we couldn't spare water to put in our whiskey. The grass was so dry that every time the wind blew it flew around like so much ashes. There wasn't a tear shed at a funeral for a month. The sun dried up all the cattle, and burned off the hair till they looked like poodle puppies, they shrank up so. We had to soak all our hogs to make 'em hold swill, and if any cattle were killed in the morning, they'd be dried beef at dark. The woods dried up so that the farmers chopped seasoned timber all through August, and there ain't a match through all the country, in fact, no wedding since the widow Glenn married old Baker, three months *go. What few grasshoppers are left are all skin and legs, and I didn't hear a tea-kettle sing for six weeks. We eat our potafcoesbaked,they being all ready, and we couldn't spare water to boil 'em. All the red-headed girls were afraid to stir out of the bouse in daylight, and, I tell you, I was afraid the devil had moved out of his old home and settled down with us for life. Why, we had to haul water all summer to keep the ferry running, and —say it's getting dry ; let's take suttin'." American Paper. , v •