The cotton crop looked great! We hired some Negroes to help pick the cotton and paid them $1.00 to $1.50 per hundred pounds. We all helped–I was so good. I picked mine in a bucket and put it in Roy's sack! We had one bale ready and carried it to the gin when the rains began. By the time the mud dried up enough to get back in the fields, the cotton had rotted, and what little was saved was not worth much.