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expense on 'em, and the time less to do it in : for 

 drain 'em how you will, you can not make winter 

 work on 'em, as you can upon the light. Now 

 do n't you confess that ? " 



" Ah : thereby hangs a long tale ! Chemistry on 

 the Light soils Mechanics on the Clays ! "When 

 will that great ' Chapter the Second ' begin to open ? 

 "We haven't quite found out every thing yet, Green- 

 ing! There's something to come, I suspect, upon 

 the Clays, that will startle you and me wise as we 

 are some day. 'A thing to dream of not to 

 tell.' But come you must put the Beans, mean- 

 while, against the Barley" 



" "Well, that 's true : but that won't match it, I 'm 

 afeared ; not by a great deal. Here's Wheat now 

 down at five-and-thirty ! Egad, I can't give it away! 

 and I remember my poor old father and that's 

 five-and-twenty year ago in the war-time, as the 

 bushel o' "Wheat dropped into the sack, saying to 

 me, ' There's a guinea, Ben!' and 'There's another' 

 as the next fell in ; and so it went on. That was 

 fanning, that was! I'm blest if I don't think 

 they got their own price, and ours along!" 



" You 've hit the very truth, I do believe : they 

 forgot to take their share of the per contra, 

 when the war was over. They made A WILL, 



