THESE
are the days when the husbandman, as he looks out over his broad fields of grain, fast ripening under the September sun, rejoices to see the approaching fruition of months of labor and waiting,—the breaking up of the bare brown earth, the sowing of the seed, the growth of the tiny green spearlike blades that first pierce the soil, until they burst into flower and fruit, giving promise of an abundant harvest; and happy is he who has secured his laborers against the time of reaping, that the golden grain waste not upon its stalk.