300 WHAT I KNOW OF FARMING. 



while the poor of the cities find them too dear to be 

 freely eaten. 



Nor are Apples singular in this respect. I would 

 like to grow a thousand bushels of English (round) 

 and French or Swede Turnips per annum if I could 

 be sure of getting $1 per barrel for them delivered 

 at the railroad. If the poor of this City could buy 

 such Turnips throughout their season by the half 

 peck at the rate of $2 per barrel, I believe they would 

 buy and eat many more than they do. But they are 

 usuatfy asked twenty-five cents per half peck, which 

 is at the rate of $5 per barrel ; and at this rate they 

 hold them too dear for every-day use. So the Tur- 

 nips are not grown, or the cattle are invited to clear 

 them off before they rot and become worthless and a 

 nuisance. 



Quite often, a green youth undertakes to get rich 

 by farming near some great city. He has heard and 

 believes that Cabbages bring from $5 to $8 and even 

 $10 per hundred, Squashes from $10 to $25 per hun- 

 dred, Watermelons from $20 to $50, and so on. He 

 has made his calculations on this basis, and sanguinely 

 expects to make money rapidly. But his products, 

 in the first place, fall short of his estimates ; they are 

 not ready for market so soon as he expected they 

 would be ; and, when at length they are ready, every 

 one else seems to have rushed in ahead of him. The 

 market is glutted ; no one seems to want his " truck" 

 at any figure ; he sells it for a song, and quits farm- 

 ing disgusted and bankrupt. Maybe, his stuff would 



