1 82 WE WILL GO TO WORK. 



It was my expectation that the onions between 

 the strawberry rows would be out of the way 

 long before the fruit was ripe, and so they were, 

 save a few I left purposely to see what they 

 would come to. Even in March my gardener 

 commenced pulling and selling them in their 

 green state, and by May 1st nearly all were gone, 

 realizing the snug sum of forty dollars. This 

 is a phase of the subject at which even the most 

 aristocratic will not elevate their noses. The 

 space occupied by them was exceedingly small. 

 It was their earliness, their large green succulent 

 tops, and tendency to make good-sized bulbs, 

 that secured such prompt sale at high prices. 

 They stood very thickly in the rows, and as the 

 largest were daily culled out, those remaining 

 grew rapidly, and filled their places. 



Those that I left to mature went to seed, just 

 as a large bulb set out in the spring will, and 

 when dry the strength of tbf bulbs had gone into 



