MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 67 



As we walked along, the keen eye of 

 the president rested upon some hand 

 some sprays of &quot; pusley,&quot; which must 

 have grown up since Saturday night. It 

 was most fortunate ; for it led his excel-, 

 lency to speak of the Chinese problem. 

 He said he had been struck with one cou 

 pling of the Chinese and &quot; pusley &quot; in one 

 of my agricultural papers ; and it had a 

 significance more far-reaching than I had 

 probably supposed. He had made the 

 Chinese problem a special study. He 

 said that I was right in saying that 

 &quot;pusley&quot; was the natural food of 

 the Chinaman, and that where the 

 &quot; pusley&quot; was there would the Chinaman 

 be also. For his part, he welcomed 

 the Chinese emigration : we needed the 

 Chinaman in our gardens to eat the 

 &quot;pusley;&quot; and he thought the whole 

 problem solved by this simple considera 

 tion. To get rid of rats and &quot; pusley,&quot; he 



