108 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



continual. Neither of us has slept much. If 

 you combat it, it will grow, to use an expression 

 that will be understood by many, like the devil. 

 I have a neighbor, a good Christian man, be 

 nevolent, and a person of good judgment. He 

 planted next to me an acre of turnips recently. 

 A few days after he went to look at his crop ; 

 and he found the entire ground covered with a 

 thick and luxurious carpet of &quot; pusley,&quot; with a tur 

 nip-top worked in here and there as an ornament. 

 I have seldom seen so thrifty a field. I advised 

 my neighbor next time to sow &quot; pusley &quot; ; and 

 then he might get a few turnips. I wish there 

 was more demand in our city markets for &quot; pus- 

 ley&quot; as a salad. I can recommend it. 



It does not take a great man to soon discover 

 that, in raising anything, the greater part of the 

 plants goes into stalk and leaf, and the fruit is a 

 most inconsiderable portion. I plant and hoe a 

 hill of corn : it grows green and stout, and waves 



