A Good Harvest 



,<our wheat and oats, in theory said to be Hke 

 1 ready money on delivery at the elevator in town. 

 I We had, however, long realized that while the 

 iterm "bumper harvest" sounds golden, "all is 

 not gold that glitters," in such a case. The 

 men who needed money, and most of them did, 

 rushed to realize at least a part of their harvest ; 

 the railroads and elevators became choked, in 

 spite of the capacity of the former for moving 

 large quantities of grain rapidly, and, worst of 

 all, the price had gone very low — oats as low 

 as twenty-five cents a bushel in town, while wheat 

 was so low that, after paying for threshing 

 and seed, it was, to say nothing of hauling and 

 the labour of growing, evidently unremunerative. 

 The fact is that prices, governed as they are by 

 the world markets and local conditions, fluctuate 

 to an extraordinary extent. As we wanted some 

 ready money for groceries for the winter, we 

 decided to haul one load at least of our wheat 

 to town and see what we could get for it. This 

 proved to be fifty cents a bushel, and the grade 

 No. 2 Northern, though our elevator friend made 

 some demur about taking it at all, as he was 

 so full. 



Twenty-five dollars was, indeed, little enough 

 for the load of fifty bushels, but we were not 

 altogether discouraged, as we could hold on a 



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