AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ 9
commenced by dropping corn, in grains to the hill. When the corn was about three inches high, I rode the horse, attached to the harrow, to guide him between the rows. Next the corn had to be kept clear of weeds, which had to be pulled up and hoed out. By this time the hay harvest was on and mowing commenced, and it was my duty to carry drink to the harvest men in the field. This consisted of fine old rye whiskey and fine water fresh from the spring near by.
About the time the hay was secured the wheat was quite ready for the sickle, and in addition to seeing that the men had all they wanted to drink and water quite fresh from the spring, I gathered sheaves between drinks, — which were quite frequent. Shortly after the wheat was housed the oats were ready for the cradle if erect; if down, the scythe was frequently used; the oats harvest is generally easier and more quickly over than the hay, wheat, or rye. My duty continued the same until the crop was all in the barn, and as I now remember I was not at all sorry the harvest was over.
I now supposed that my duty as grog boss and gaihcring sheaves was ended, and I began wondering what would turn up next, but did not have long to wait. The next morning after the completing of the harvest, I was called as usual at about four o'clock. I walked down two pair of stairs, as I slept next to the shingles, rubbing my eyes, feeling somewhat tired, but more sleepy. I went out and took down the tin wash basin which was hanging by the side of the house, filled it with water, and gave my face, neck, and eyes a good washing, which refreshed me very much. About this time my father came up from the barn and said, " Good morning, John. This promises to be a fine day. We will raise the potatoes; the ground being dry no soil will adhere to them, and they will go in the cellar clean and dry,