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This one year we had our
crops in and everything was coming up good when we had an invasion of wild
hogs.
I’m not sure where they came from but they were roaming wherever they wanted to go.
They would eat almost everything and what they didn’t eat they would root up or stomp down.
I’m not sure where they came from but they were roaming wherever they wanted to go.
They would eat almost everything and what they didn’t eat they would root up or stomp down.
We could see this was going
to be a big problem, so we got all the people in the Hollow together and
decided to have a weekly hunt to try to save our crops. If it kept going like it was them hogs were
going to starve us out.
On the first Saturday we met
in groups and along with our dogs the hunt started. The first day we learned a lot about the hogs.
The boars would attack you and could
kill you with their tusks. They would do
the same to the dogs so it was necessary to stay close on the dogs which were
hard to do.
Finally we had to keep the
dogs on a leash. The hogs were fast and
hard to hit and even if you hit them they were hard to kill. The first hunt all told we bagged 35 of them
and each week we planned to kill even more.
After killing a mother we tried to catch as
many of the piglets as possible to raise up for meat.
The larger piglets were good
for roasting and to eat after a hard days hunting or working. Finally we got the upper hand and saved our
crops.
We either killed them off or
they migrated over the hill to bother the people who lived over there.
We never got rid of all of them for we still
would find one for some fresh meat every few weeks. As they played out we went back to raising our
tame hogs cause we had to have some smoked meat and lard.
What started out as a plague
turned out to be a blessing while it lasted.
Risen and Lucy had another
child, a little boy and they were proud of him. And for the next three years
they added another one each year. Then
she left off bearing.
They made out pretty well
with good crops and all of the stuff you would expect a farmer to have. Stuff like cows, pigs, chickens and some
horses. They also had an orchard and bee hives.
As the kids grew, they had certain chores to do. At first it was helping their mother and as they grew they were doing the milking and taking care of the stock. Lucy started their education early so that when they started to school they were able to do third and fourth grade work.
Lucy was smarter than the
teacher and when the boys helped bring in the crops she would have them wash up
eat, and then she would help them to keep up with their studies.
She never discussed it with
Risen but she had in mind a college education for all of their kids. Each year the kids helped Risen with the farm
work and had skipped a grade or three by the time they graduated from high
school.
Risen thought he would have a
full time hands on the place as they finished high school so he could take it a
little easier, but Lucy prevailed and they all worked their way through
college.
All Risen could do for them
was have a place for them to come home to when they had some time off from
school. When they came home they did very little work for they were engrossed
in their class studies.
The time came when the eldest
graduated and the youngest started as a freshman.
From there on each year another one got their
degree. Risen couldn’t see any use for
it because plowing was still plowing and the degree wouldn’t make that any
easier.
As they graduated they headed
to the big city just like Uncle Sam did and he helped them get a good position with
more money each year than Risen could make in five years. With the boys gone Risen figured he and Lucy
didn’t need to plant as much of everything.
He hired a young man to do
some of the hard work and another one to help cut the wood for cooking and the
winter heating stove. Marshall had to
take over the home place for his dad and mom were not able to do much of
anything anymore.
Risen figured that in about
five years he would sell out and move into the nearby small town for farming
was getting harder every year.
To be Continued
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