I cleared 540 acres of heavy timber land in the State of Arkansas after several crop failures.  I quit depending on my cotton to pay my debts.  I began to grow cattle and hogs to have to fall back on whenever my cotton failed.

     Just before the Hoover depression struck, I got the word from a big saw mill to come down that they had a trade for me.  I went down to see about their trade.  When I arrived, they told me they wanted me to look over a lot of their cut-over land.  They wanted to know what I would take to slash all of the scrub timber down for by the acre.  I was shown where this timber land was.  I gave it a good look over.  I came back to the office and told the man what I would do the job for and that was $5.00 an acre.  He had a contract all ready for me.  He said that that was a trade and "Sign here".

     I at once went to work.  By the time I had worked two weeks, he sent one of his bosses out to see me.  He came out and he said to tell me we were in a depression and that I was going to have to cut my price that I was paying my men, that he could not keep men at his mill.  I was paying $1.00 a day more than he could pay and that everyone was coming out to work for me.

     I asked this mill boss whose job was I running?  Was it his slashing or was it mine?  He said,  "The job is yours."  "Well," I said,  "I can pay any price I want to pay and there is one thing, I am not going to cut my price.  I am going to complete my job and you are going to pay me.  This land stands good to me for my work."

ANOTHER CYCLONE

     We had a lot of cyclones in Arkansas.   I would have my wife come and take a look at a bad storm that was approaching, and if she though it was just a big rain cloud, she would say to me and the children--"There is no need to get all worked up and excited.  There is no storm in this cloud."  Then, we would all

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