Mr. Haight in His Orchard

several days when the sun crossed the lines. I remarked this to an old friend, William Young (deceased), a harness maker of Battle Creek, and he gave me the horse laugh and continued so every time I would see him until after the first of July when blistering hot winds came which got the corn and made trying times for all the farmers. I had ninety head of the finest shoats which I had started to buy corn and wheat for, but saw they were going to eat their heads off two or three times before another crop, so I bought a grinder and rolled ground feed into forty of them, thinking I could keep fifty over, which I did until February. These I tried to sell to L. R. Baker but he would not buy them but offered to ship them for me, giving me what was left over after expenses were paid. They netted me just seventy-five cents per hog.

In nineteen-twenty, I bought me a home in Battle Creek, renting my farm to my son. I then set about to remodel and improve my home. At the age of seventy-eight, although my wife and I have endured many hardships in building our many homes, we feel repaid because our having done so, has paved a way that is beneficial to the lives of not only our own children, but those of our neighbors and friends, in fact all those who chance to travel the road we have trod. We have four children, ten grandchildren and two great grandchildren.

In addition to what her father has written, Mrs. B. H. Baker, a daughter, says there are no lines that so describe her father as those of Martha Snell Nickolson in the following: