150 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



debit column. This is always the safest way to 

 do. I had twenty-five bushels. I roughly esti 

 mated that there are one hundred good ones to 

 the bushel. Making my own market price, I 

 asked two cents apiece for them. This I should 

 have considered dirt cheap last June, when I was 

 going down the rows with the hoe. If any one 

 thinks that two cents each is high, let him try to 

 raise them. 



Nature is &quot; awful smart.&quot; I intend to be com 

 plimentary in saying so. She shows it in little 

 things. I have mentioned my attempt to put 

 in a few modest turnips, near the close of the 

 season. I sowed the seeds, by the way, in the 

 most liberal manner. Into three or four short 

 rows I presume I put enough to sow an acre ; 

 and they all came up, came up as thick as 

 grass, as crowded and useless as babies in a 

 Chinese village. Of course, they had to be 

 thinned out ; that is, pretty much all pulled 



