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 siderably before the latest were in the
ground; ihey were not easily to be put off. What was the
meaning of this so steady and self-respeg, this small Herculean
labor, I knew not. I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many
more than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I got
strength like Antaeus. But why should I raise them? Only Heaven
knows. This was my curious labor all summer -- to make this portion
of the earths surface, which had yielded only quefoil,
blackberries, johnswort, and the like, before, sweet wild fruits and
pleasant flowers, produstead this pulse. What shall I learn of
beans or beans of me? I cherish them, I hoe them, early and late I
have ao them; and this is my days work. It is a fine broad
leaf to look on. My auxiliaries are the dews and rains which water
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