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gerous to trifle with, though I have held part of a cart- 

 ridge of it in my hand while it burned as a blue light 

 would burn. 



The field to which I had reference is now one of the 

 best, if not the best, on my farm. Each of the last three 

 years, while at work upon it, it has yielded about a thou- 

 sand bushels of beets (Golden Globe Mangel Wurzel) to 

 the acre, which reimbursed me for the amount expended 

 upon it. One year I experimented with five different 

 kinds of beets, but though I should prefer the red beet 

 on some accounts, I find the Golden Globe by far the 

 most prolific. 



